It’s so good. Maeve’s skin feels like it’s pulled tight, stretched to the point of feeling warm to the touch, on the edge of her entire body just snapping with pleasure. Steve is absolutely everywhere. Against her back, inside of her, fingers against her clit, thumb pressing into her asshole and she wants to be giving something back to him, but all she can do is hang on.

It’s so much. And it’s so good in how much she feels right now. The sound of his voice is enveloping her as much as his touch and Maeve groans in response, loving the way it sounds when he speaks. Like he’s in awe of her.

“Fuck, Steve,” she breathes. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

She can’t imagine he would, but she needs it said, the words hanging in the air alongside the sound of their skin against skin.