Sex is always good, it was good with Jackson, and it was good with Steve right from the start, but now it's better. It's better and Maeve knows it's because he loves her, because she loves him.

All that sappy shit was never something Maeve would have thought was true, but it is. With Steve, sex is unlike it's ever been before and she may not have the experience people have always thought she did, but she just knows. In her heart, she knows.

The way he touches her, his fingers on her clit, on himself between her legs, it makes her shiver, and she lets out a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob. It's overwhelming, fire ripping through her, and she's close enough again that the rough cadence of his voice is enough to tip her over the edge. Her muscles clench around him and he feels suddenly huge inside of her as she comes.