“Shit,” she says again. “Shit, Steve, shit… oh my god.”

It’s overwhelming, the way Steve’s mouth is on her, all over her, his fingers inside of her, his tongue inside of her. She can feel him under her thigh, his arm across her hips, she wants to cling to him, to ride his mouth and his fingertips.

She thinks she had a fairly good idea what he wants, too. She wants it. She wants Steve to feel good and she wants to try. They’ve talked about it and now he has two fingers inside of her and she can’t imagine there will be a better time.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, lifting her head to look down at him. “In my arse?”