He's so good at this, so good, and while Maeve would never have made being good at going down on her a prerequisite to a relationship, she's also sincerely relieved she's never had to teach him. It's like he just knows, understands what feels good and what doesn't, and she gasps in pleasure again, her forehead against her arms on the bed.

"Fuck," she says again. "That's so good."

It isn't going to take long to make her come, not when she feels like she's been on the edge of an orgasm for ages already. Her tights tense, little sparks of pleasure zipping down her spine, before they suddenly explode outward and her muscles clench tightly. "Fuck," she moans, pressing back against Steve's mouth.