"And you're being very British," she answers, a soft moan spilling out of her as his fingers press inside. They're both still mostly dressed, hands in each others pants, fumbling a little like teenagers, much younger than they are. She loves it. It makes everything feel new, every touch the first one, and her back arches a little as Steve's fingers curl inside of her.

"I like you," she answers. "You could probably wear a bloody clown costume and I'd still find you sexy."

She loves hearing anything he wants to say in moments like this. Dirty words, her name, moans and gasps. Everything he does only turns her on more and makes her want to make him happy. Her grip around his cock twists, stroking him slowly until she can rub her thumb around the head, collecting pooling beads of liquid.