He does just like she's asked, going slow, his fingers pumping in and out of her slowly and she can feel heat and pleasure beginning to build. She trusts him, like she's never trusted anyone else, and that's never as evident as in moments like this, when she isn't rushing toward something, rushing to get herself out this situation as quickly as she can. Get off and get out.

Whenever Jackson had stayed, she'd felt so uncomfortable, so awkward. But with Steve, none of that ever exists.

And when he asks, she nods. They've talked about it before, anal sex, but they've never gotten there. She appreciates that he asks, that he wants her to be comfortable with whatever he does and she curls her hand over his forearm as she draws in a deep breath. "Yeah," she says on an exhale.