Steve had known, based on prior evidence, that he was a pretty decent lay. The girls he’s slept with always seemed satisfied, and Nancy once called him a giving lover. So yeah, he knew he was decent, but this is something else entirely. This is a whole other realm, a porno come to life, and they’re the stars. This is good.

He watches as Ygritte comes again, or maybe she never even stopped. She’s trembling under him, hips jerking from the onslaught, and Steve commits the sight of it to memory. She’s amazing.

Please, she says, and Steve is grateful. After such a display, with her cunt pulsing around his cock, he can’t hold back any longer. He slams his hips in hard, burying himself as deep as he can inside of her as he comes with a shout of his own.

He’s panting when he collapses next to her, arms over his head as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s almost as if he’s coming back to himself and he realizes how rough he got with her. One look over at her makes it clear that she isn’t complaining, but he still wants to be sure.

“You okay?” He asks as he turns to gather her in his arms, much gentler now. His fingers move her sweaty hair from her face before cupping her jaw in his broad hand and smiling at her. “That was good, right? Jesus, it felt good.”