"I probably have a few to spare," she answers with another soft sound, a little laugh, a little moan as she slowly strokes his cock. When Steve pulls her atop him, she moves easily, straddling his hips as she leans in for another long, slow kiss, without taking her hand from him.

The way he touches her face is so sweet and Maeve thinks not so long ago, she'd have pulled back from it. Even with Steve. It feels so intimate, like something that isn't meant for her, but right now she's still just the right side of stoned, relaxed from their cold swim, and instead his gentle touch just makes her shiver.

She kisses her way down his throat, toward his chest, then pauses to bite his nipple playfully.