Already nearly vibrating from the last one, Maeve twists away from the onslaught just for a moment. It’s too much, it’s too good, but then she surrenders and almost sags against Steve’s mouth. He has his fingers inside of her now, mouth on her clit, and he’s doing that thing she really likes, sucking on her clit almost like she would his cock.

“Fuck,” she says again, gasping, thighs trembling as they tighten against Steve’s ears. He’s working her closer and closer toward another shattering orgasm and a wordless cry slips free.

“Steve,” she gasps, hands twisting, one in his hair, the other in the sheets. “Steve, shit, Steve.” And then she’s coming, the sensation almost snapping through her as her back aches and she holds onto him for dear life.