"Fuck," she breathes, head falling back against the bed, gasping as Steve's fingers find her clit, and she's so close, she's right there. One hand fists in Steve's hair, holding onto him just a little tighter, and her other hand falls to the bed, bunching in the sheet.

He's so good at this, they're so good at this together, and Maeve's lips part with another gasp of pleasure before she crashes over the edge of her orgasm. It's intense, rolling over her again and again as her back arches and she trembles.

"Shit, Steve," she moans, still grasping at him, wanting him to come, too.