Truth be told, she would say the same-- she's not nearly so worldly as she pretends, but brazen enough to have given herself to it, with extremely gratifying results. She feels every bit as wild and fire-kissed as she ought to, and Steve learns her fast.

"If I'd have known you'd be so good," she breathes, "I'd have found you again earlier." She laughs, not because it's particularly funny but because she feels really fucking good, and then leans down to set her teeth in the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

And for all that she talks, she's not quite expecting him to pick that up so easily either; she shudders when he talks to her, knowing she's on the edge of it again. "Yes," she pants, "come here, come here." She starts to pull him up, even as her clit pulses against his thumb, trying not to lose that contact. Her knees press into the bed, and when she can get him close enough for her arms to rest on his shoulders, she fucks herself on his cock and against his hand until she's coming in a series of needy cries.

She lets her head fall back as the waves wash through her, still shaking as she gasps, "Come, do it, want to see you."