Another great thing about being with Maeve is that Steve doesn’t always have to take the lead when it comes to sex. It’s something that he always seemed to have to do before. The girls he was with took their cues from him for the most part, but Maeve is different.

Maeve has no problem changing the pace of things or moving Steve where she wants him. Sometimes it’s more subtle than others, like it is right now. Her hands glide along his body and it’s like she’s wiping the nerves away, leaving him feeling relaxed and aroused, but without any sense of urgency.

Steve ducks his head to kiss her chest, lips trailing over the swell of one breast as he cups it in his hand, flicking his tongue over her stiff nipple. After giving it a soft, playful sort of bite, he lifts his hand to her cheek to draw her in for another kiss.

His other hand goes to the small of her back and he slowly rolls back onto the bed, drawing her down on top of him, her chest pressing against his. The kiss draws on and on and Steve licks into her mouth, sliding one hand down the back of her pants to squeeze her ass through her seemingly ever-present tights.

“If I didn’t know better,” he murmurs fondly, tone breathless as he kisses the corner of her mouth. “I’d say you wear these just to torture me.”