Steve knows that he's good at this, good enough to be cocky about it, but he isn't. He's just glad that he can make Maeve feel so good with just his mouth and fingers, and there's nothing quite like having his senses overtaken by her, face pressed against her cunt until, for a few minutes, it's all that matters.

He reaches around her legs to spread her open with his fingers, licking and sucking at her folds, fucking his tongue into her before dragging it over her clit. It would be easy to make her come like this, but he wants too badly to be inside of her.

Pulling away, he wipes his face with his forearm and stands up, sliding his hands under her back to slide her further up the bed again. It's so hot how he can move her, how she lets him, and he slides his hands over her breasts, thumbing at her nipples before climbing up onto the bed on his knees.

He rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it down his cock before falling forward over her, catching himself on his elbow as he reaches down to grab his cock, rubbing the head against her clit before nudging it down and rolling his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of her with a moan. "Fuck, Maeve."