"Fuck," she gasps, a bit surprised and very enthusiastic as she's lifted and carried to the bed. She knows that he's looking, and comfortable as she is with it, she still can't help lifting a fondly bemused hand to his face. "You're going to have me putting on airs," she murmurs, and then he's pulling her and moving her and by the time he's on his knees-- right where she decides he ought to be-- there's not much more to be done in thinking.

"Yes," she breathes, absolutely delighted, reaching to get her hands into the sort of hair that seems made for this. "Fuck, yes, Steve, that's good." She can feel the throb of her clit, can feel how slick her cunt's become, craving whatever he'll give her.

As his tongue passes the aching bud of her clit, she's pretty she that what he'll give her is just about anything. "Oh," she keens, fingers tightening in his hair. "Aye, that's good, such a talented, lovely mouth. Oh, keep going." She rolls her hips, seeking the attention of his lips and tongue.