The longer that Maeve sucks him, the more relaxed Steve feels, which he assumes was part of the point. She plays with his balls, tugging gently at them in that way he likes, and by the time her fingers drift back a little further to brush at his hole, he’s forgotten to be nervous at all.
Maeve makes him feel incredible. She makes him come harder than he ever has in his life and each and every time it feels like he’s been given a gift. Why should he think that this would be any different?
Steve trusts her, and in a show of that trust, he spreads his thighs wider and lifts his feet to plant them on the edge of the bed, knees falling open. He feels a little vulnerable in this position, strangely open, but it’s okay. It’s Maeve. He’s in good hands.
He can’t quite seem to find the words to say that he’s ready, so he hopes that his position tells her so. She tugs at his balls again, and when her fingertips brush against his puckered hole, the brief sensation is enough to have him curious for more.
“Maeve,” he gasps out, fingers twisting in the sheets as he arches his back a little. Already, he feels a close, and his hips jerk slightly as he lets out another moan.
At least he’s clean, which is good. He’s pretty hygenic as it is, but he’d known that they would most likely be having all sorts of sex tonight, so he scrubbed himself down, cleaning between his legs even more thoroughly than usual. He smells like soap and clean sweat, and the scent only gets stronger as she heats up his body with that absurdly clever mouth.
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Maeve makes him feel incredible. She makes him come harder than he ever has in his life and each and every time it feels like he’s been given a gift. Why should he think that this would be any different?
Steve trusts her, and in a show of that trust, he spreads his thighs wider and lifts his feet to plant them on the edge of the bed, knees falling open. He feels a little vulnerable in this position, strangely open, but it’s okay. It’s Maeve. He’s in good hands.
He can’t quite seem to find the words to say that he’s ready, so he hopes that his position tells her so. She tugs at his balls again, and when her fingertips brush against his puckered hole, the brief sensation is enough to have him curious for more.
“Maeve,” he gasps out, fingers twisting in the sheets as he arches his back a little. Already, he feels a close, and his hips jerk slightly as he lets out another moan.
At least he’s clean, which is good. He’s pretty hygenic as it is, but he’d known that they would most likely be having all sorts of sex tonight, so he scrubbed himself down, cleaning between his legs even more thoroughly than usual. He smells like soap and clean sweat, and the scent only gets stronger as she heats up his body with that absurdly clever mouth.