Maeve’s high pitched gasp makes Steve rock his hips down against the bed just for some friction against his cock, already hard again. He can tell by the way she shivers that she likes it, and he does his best to look only a little smug as he lifts his head to look at her from between her legs.

“That good, huh?” He grins, mouth and chin wet from her body, and presses his finger in deep. “There’s always room for improvement.”

Steve ducks his head again and uses his free hand to lift Maeve’s leg and drape it over his shoulder, letting his hand glide down the top of her thigh and rest against her pubic bone, pressing in a little to hold her there. He kisses her clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times before licking into her cunt with a greedy moan.

He eats her out eagerly, pressing his face against her, fucking her with his tongue as he slides his finger out of her ass to replace it with two. As he slowly sinks them into her, he hugs her thigh against his shoulder and gives her clit a gentle pinch then rubs at it, fingertips bumping against his own nose.

All of his senses are completely overwhelmed by Maeve— how she tastes and smells, the sounds she makes, the way her body feels around his tongue and his fingers. She’s the only thing he knows and Steve groans against her, utterly content and eager to please her.