Steve licks curiously into Maeve’s mouth, tasting bitter salt on her tongue. It isn’t the best taste in the world, but now he knows what his come tastes like. If he was ever going to find out, making out with his girlfriend who just gave him excellent head is arguably the best way possible.

“You taste better,” he says once he pulls away, licking at her swollen lips as he grabs the backs of her thighs and urges her up onto her knees, eyes bright as he wriggles back a bit and looks up at her.

“In fact, you should probably sit on my face,” he tells her, staring up at her hungrily as she rises up onto her knees. He grips her thighs, staring up at her flat stomach and the gorgeous swell of her breasts, unable to help reaching up to play with one of her nipples, pinching it between his fingers.

“Even though you make a little bit more of a mess,” he teases, because she knows that he loves how wet she gets when he touches her.