Maeve doesn't answer, instead she just tilts her head and bites gently at his side, not nearly enough to hurt, but a teasing warning for him not to ask any further questions. Her hand is still stroking him slowly, lazily, but it's clear she's planning on more than just that as she shimmies her way down into the sleeping bag.
It's a little more difficult like this, there isn't a lot of room in the sleeping bag or even in the tent, but Maeve doesn't mind. Their little cocoon has grown warm enough that she can shrug the bag back a bit to give herself more space as she presses her lips to Steve's lower belly.
"Did you have a direction in mind?" she asks then, tilting her head slightly to look up at him with a small smile.
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It's a little more difficult like this, there isn't a lot of room in the sleeping bag or even in the tent, but Maeve doesn't mind. Their little cocoon has grown warm enough that she can shrug the bag back a bit to give herself more space as she presses her lips to Steve's lower belly.
"Did you have a direction in mind?" she asks then, tilting her head slightly to look up at him with a small smile.