Sometimes Maeve comes with these little whimpers, like she’s overwhelmed by it, so Steve just holds onto her, one hand at the back of her head as he shushes her gently, lips pressed to her ear. She’s shaking, trembling against him as her cunt spasms around him, and Steve shuts his eyes tight, taking a moment to revel in the sensation because it’s perfect, so fucking perfect.

He tips forward, planting one hand against the wall and holding Maeve up with the other, thrusting up hard to bury himself inside of her as he comes with a shout, spilling into the condom. It seems to go on and on, leaving him shaking right along with her, and he lowers her down carefully to the bed, wincing a little as his cock slips out of her.

He takes care of the condom in a daze, removing it and tying it off before it can leak, and tossed it in the vicinity of the trash can before settling down at her side, breathing hard against her chest where he rests his head.