“Oh, so many more,” Steve volleys back, smiling against Maeve’s pulse and biting softly. “You might not even be able to walk tomorrow, and I’ll have to wait on you all day.”

He’s teasing, but he does still feel hungry for her. He wants to satisfy her, make her feel good over and over again, wants them both to come until they’re exhausted.

“And even once I’m spent, there’s always my fingers,” he says in a warm, low voice, pulling back to look at her as he reaches down between them to rub his fingers at her slit, letting them slip between the still slick folds of her cunt, over her clit and then inside of her. He knows that Maeve likes getting fingered, and he likes doing it just about as often as he can.

“I missed you very much, for many reasons,” Steve continues in a low, flirty sort of voice that’s designed to turn her on, pulling back to look at her face as he works his fingers in and out of her. “But I did miss this. I had a dream that we went to the movies and I went down on you in the theater.”

His fingers continue working slowly in and out of her and he keeps his other arm around Maeve’s narrow waist so she can’t wriggle away, perfect tits pressed to Steve’s chest. “Which for the record, I would totally do.”