When his cock slides across Maeve's warm, wet tongue, Steve lets out a low moan and tips his head back, twitching the slightest bit when her finger presses against his asshole. It's a new sensation, but not a particular bad one.

Her finger presses into him and at first it's just an odd sort of intrusion, neither good or bad, just different. It doesn't really hurt, nor does it feel particularly good. He takes a breath and reaches out to put one hand gently on the back of Maeve's head, not to guide her but simply to touch her as she bobs up and down on his cock.

Just when he's wondering if this is all he's going to feel in this particular regard, Maeve pulls her finger out and then presses it back in at a new angle. He feels an unexpected spark of pleasure, and then Maeve is twisting and pushing in deeper and Steve lets out a startled yelp as heat zips up his spine, cock twitching and leaking in Maeve's mouth.

"Oh, okay," Steve pants out with a breathless laugh, putting one hand on his forehead as the other tangles in Maeve's hair. "I think I get it."