It occurs to Steve that maybe they should be going slower, that he should take the time to shower her with affection and show just how much he loves her, but there will be time for that later. This is what they both need right now. This is exactly what Maeve wants. Steve knows this because he knows her, and the noises she’s making are so eager and approving and sexy.

Her hands are tugging at his hair hard enough to not quite hurt, but to add to the pleasure that he’s feeling. Their kisses are messy and slick, noisy in the quiet room, and Steve grunts against her mouth as he starts to fuck her hard, hips snapping as he shoves one arm under her shoulders to pull her closer.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants out, biting at the curve of her jaw as he angles his hips so that each thrust strikes her g-spot, over and over again. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.”