"I will," Steve promises, staying on his feet as he leans over her because he likes the view, and it's kind of hot to be standing while he fingers her, like she's all spread out just for him.
He looks down at her adoringly, eyes dark as he slowly pumps two fingers in and out of her wet, swollen cunt. She looks so relaxed, so at ease in a way that's rare for her, and Steve thinks he'd be fine with not having another orgasm for the rest of the night as long as he can give her several.
She's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving as she takes in slow breaths, and Steve gently pushes her sweaty bangs back from her face, fingertips sliding down the side of her cheek and along her jaw, over her pulse and down until he can pluck at one peaked nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he tells her, just like he's told her so many times before because it hits him over and over again. She's stunning, especially when she's relaxed and vulnerable like this, trusting Steve to take care of her.
His wet fingers slide out of her cunt and then move down a bit, rubbing slow circles against her asshole before nudging the tip of his middle finger into it. He looks at her questioningly as he slides his other hand down her stomach and across her hips, slowly back and forth.
"Can I put my fingers in you?" Yeah, he'd already kind of done it out there on the couch, but this time it's with more purpose, and he doesn't assume that he has blanket permission to do anything to her body just because she's let him do it before. "I'll go down on you while I do it."
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He looks down at her adoringly, eyes dark as he slowly pumps two fingers in and out of her wet, swollen cunt. She looks so relaxed, so at ease in a way that's rare for her, and Steve thinks he'd be fine with not having another orgasm for the rest of the night as long as he can give her several.
She's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving as she takes in slow breaths, and Steve gently pushes her sweaty bangs back from her face, fingertips sliding down the side of her cheek and along her jaw, over her pulse and down until he can pluck at one peaked nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he tells her, just like he's told her so many times before because it hits him over and over again. She's stunning, especially when she's relaxed and vulnerable like this, trusting Steve to take care of her.
His wet fingers slide out of her cunt and then move down a bit, rubbing slow circles against her asshole before nudging the tip of his middle finger into it. He looks at her questioningly as he slides his other hand down her stomach and across her hips, slowly back and forth.
"Can I put my fingers in you?" Yeah, he'd already kind of done it out there on the couch, but this time it's with more purpose, and he doesn't assume that he has blanket permission to do anything to her body just because she's let him do it before. "I'll go down on you while I do it."