Maeve’s hand curls around his dick and it’s enough to make Steve moan out loud, because it’s not hesitant or coy. She grabs at him like she knows exactly what she wants and he wants so badly to knock her hand away and push into her, because that’s what they both want.

He feels close to doing it, almost wild with it, but Maeve’s orgasm distracts him. Her body clenches down around his fingers and he works her through it, thumbing at her clit until she goes limp underneath him. His fingers stay inside of her for a long moment, and then he slowly pulls them so he can shuffle forward a bit, straddling her waist as she fists his leaking cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, staring down at her as he drags a finger down the valley between her breasts, leaning a trail that glints in the low light. “I want to make you do that all the time.”