Steve likes the afterglow, when everything is slow and lazy and affectionate, and he lets out a content hum as her hands travel across his skin. The way she reacts to his mouth on her tits definitely doesn’t escape his notice, so he pulls one nipple gently between his teeth before licking the sting away.

“I’m glad for the chance to prove myself,” he teases as he slides one hand up her inner thigh and then up between her legs, dipping his fingers briefly between her slick folds just to marvel over how wet she is.

“What do you mean?” He asks as he slides up the bed and pulls her in against his side, rolling onto his back so she’s splayed across his chest and he can get his arm around her.