There’s a moment where Steve can hardly breathe. This encounter has quickly rocketed up to some of the best sex of his life, and he has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to edge the pleasure back a little. He wants this to last for as long as it possibly can.

“Yeah, I really do,” he breathes out, eyes dark and lips parted as he stares up at her. She rolls her hips, fucking herself on his cock, and for a few moments all he can do is watch.

Her tits bounce with each drag of her hips and Steve reaches up to cup one in his hand, pinching her peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slides inward from her hip until he can get drag his thumb over her clit, rubbing in tight little circles.

He lets her do most of the work for a little while, watching the way she moves, but he isn’t being lazy. He’s studying her, and once he figures out just what angle gets the best reaction, he plants one elbow into the bed and starts rocking up to meet her, driving his cock into her as she sinks down, hopefully at an angle to hit just the right spot inside of her.

“You look so good when you come,” Steve rasps out as he feels her clit throb under his thumb. This is another new thing to him, the dirty talk. He wants her to keep it up, tell him how she feels and what she wants. “I want you to do it again. I wanna fuck you through it.”