“Fuck,” she says on a heavy exhale as she feels the head of Steve’s cock rubbing against her. Her entire body shivers at the sensation and she moans, pressing back against him, and when she feels Steve slipping inside of her, a relieved breath slips out. She’s aching for him. Maeve has always liked the sex she’s had, Jackson had been fun, but everything with Steve is better. Everything with Steve feels necessary and almost desperate.

Reaching down, she grabs Steve’s hand where he’s holding onto her tights and she guides it around her waist, then between her legs. Her fingers press his against her clit and another gasp slips out as she rocks back and forth between his cock and his fingers.

“God, Steve,” she breathes, her breath caught in her throat. “Like that. Please.”