Ygritte’s hand wraps around his cock and Steve groans, back arching slightly at the dual sensation of her hand and her mouth. At her suggestion, Steve’s hand jumps in her palm and he laughs as he reaches down to put his hand between her legs, giving her clit teasing little brushes of his thumb.

“Great minds think alike,” he says lowly, breathing out deeply before he turns on his side. He likes knowing that he can say whatever’s on his mind, any dirty thought, and she’ll probably enjoy it.

“You want it harder than before?” He asks as he looks at her face, quirking a brow as he slides two fingers slowly inside of her. “God, I just— I want to make you scream.”