He hadn't expected it to feel so good. Like, he assumed that there must be something good about it, because why else would so many guys do it otherwise, but this is insane.

There are so many points of pleasure-- the head of his cock nudging the back of Maeve's mouth, her hand twisting at the base of his cock, her finger pressing in against that spot in his body more confidently now. Steve lets out a low moan and then lets out a shaky breath, trying to make this last, but his balls are drawing up tight and pressure builds low in his gut.

"I'm gonna--" Steve cuts himself off with a groan and tugs at Maeve's hair, giving her warning so she can choose what she'd like to do. Her finger presses in against that spot and rubs, keeping pressure on it, and Steve comes with a loud grunt. "Maeve."

This orgasm seems a little more intense than usual, maybe goes on a little longer, and he's panting when he seems to come back to himself, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling. "Oh, holy shit."