It used to be so difficult for her to say. The words felt stuck in her mouth, her tongue dry like sandpaper, her throat lined with barbed wire whenever she tried to tell someone she cared. With Steve, they just come out. They sound natural. What she still doesn't know how to say is how much that means to her, so she just holds him tighter.

At his request, she shifts, gasping at the thrust of his hips, the way his cock hits inside of her. Then she gets her hand between their bodies, her fingers moving toward her clit, rubbing just how she likes it.

It doesn't take long at all. She's overwhelmed with emotion, with pleasure, and it's a few seconds, not much more, then she's coming, her muscles clenching tight around Steve as she gasps.