As soon as she gives him the okay, Steve unhooks her bra with one hand in a practiced move, and then pulls back enough to tug it from her arms and toss it aside. He lets out a groan as he looks her over, because of course she has perfect tits, with tight little nipples that are pink like her lips.
He leans in to press a kiss to her bare shoulder, and happens to glance at the digital clock above the television. It’s after curfew at the home, which means that if Robin and Rue are more responsible than they are (which, considering Robin, is likely), she could be home any minute.
“Okay, we need to move this. Hold on,” Steve tells her, laughing a little as he braces one arm under her ass to hold her as he stands. Her bare chest presses against his and Steve nearly trips over the coffee table, but he manages to stay upright as he carries her down the hall towards his bedroom and kicks open the door.
It’s relatively clean, and Steve is grateful that he changed his sheets just yesterday as he places his knee on the bed and lets Maeve fall back onto it. She looks incredible spread out against the dark red cotton, and Steve stares at her as he backs up enough to close the door.
“If Robin walked in, we’d never hear the end of it,” he explains, grinning as he dives onto the bed and presses his hands onto the mattress on either side of her as he leans down to kiss her stomach, then the curve of her ribs, the underside of her breast, the hollow of her throat, and then finally her mouth again, groaning as he licks his way inside.
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He leans in to press a kiss to her bare shoulder, and happens to glance at the digital clock above the television. It’s after curfew at the home, which means that if Robin and Rue are more responsible than they are (which, considering Robin, is likely), she could be home any minute.
“Okay, we need to move this. Hold on,” Steve tells her, laughing a little as he braces one arm under her ass to hold her as he stands. Her bare chest presses against his and Steve nearly trips over the coffee table, but he manages to stay upright as he carries her down the hall towards his bedroom and kicks open the door.
It’s relatively clean, and Steve is grateful that he changed his sheets just yesterday as he places his knee on the bed and lets Maeve fall back onto it. She looks incredible spread out against the dark red cotton, and Steve stares at her as he backs up enough to close the door.
“If Robin walked in, we’d never hear the end of it,” he explains, grinning as he dives onto the bed and presses his hands onto the mattress on either side of her as he leans down to kiss her stomach, then the curve of her ribs, the underside of her breast, the hollow of her throat, and then finally her mouth again, groaning as he licks his way inside.