When Maeve tries to pull away, Steve grabs at her thigh and holds her place only because he's done this enough times that he can read her body, and he knows that she's close. He keeps going, sucking harder and pressing his fingers in deep, and he's rewarded by her yelling out his name as she comes.

It's obviously intense and this time Steve does ease up, licking instead of sucking and slowing his fingers, working her through it as her thighs clench tightly around his ears. She's taking up all of his senses, overwhelming him, and he absolutely loves it.

Once she starts to come down, relaxing her thighs from around his ears, he drags his tongue over her clit one last time and slides his fingers free, panting as he rocks back onto his knees and wipes his mouth on the inside of her thigh, biting gently at the inside of her knee.

He stands up and twists to fall back onto the bed next to her, one arm over his head as the other rests on his belly, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

"Did you like that?" Steve pants out teasingly, chuckling as he turns his head to look at her. "I couldn't tell."