When Steve falls forward, Maeve hooks one arm around his shoulders, lifting her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, then the side of his neck, pressing her face against his skin and breathing him in deep. He's between her thighs, his cock rubbing against her, and she lifts her hips for him, wanting to feel him inside of her.

"Yes," she says on an exhale when he sinks inside, her body stretching to accommodate him. She loves how that feels, that burn of the first penetration, and she hooks one leg around Steve's waist, heel pressing into the small of his back to draw him in deeper.

She moves her hands to either side of his face, tilting his head so she can kiss him again, deeper, her tongue licking into his mouth. She nips at his lower lip, hands sliding into his hair, holding onto him as she urges him on, her foot against his skin.