For a long moment, Steve just presses himself against her, listening to the sound of her breathing as she comes down. Eventually, he kisses her cheek and then reaches down to hold on the end of the condom as he pulls out of her, not wanting to stay too long.

He hasn't always been as careful as he should have been when it comes to this. Sometimes they'll get a little too excited, or he'll ask if he can just pull out. Being inside of her with nothing between them feels incredible, and sometimes he finds himself wanting to come inside of her just to watch it leak out, but that's dangerous, even more so knowing what he does now. He doesn't want to put either of them in a bad position.

After sitting up and tying off the condom, he tosses it into the trash can and then looks over his shoulder at Maeve, stretched out naked, glistening with sweat, and without thinking much about it, he turns and shifts down onto his knees between her legs, ducking down to hook his shoulders under her knees.

"I'm thinking you deserve another," he says with a smirk, kissing his way up the inside of her thigh before pressing his face eagerly against her cunt, tongue pressing in where she was just stretched around his cock, licking away the taste of latex and lubricant until all that's left is her.