Steve knows better than anyone that Maeve is a deeply independent person. She can take care of herself, and isn’t one to leave vulnerable parts of her exposed. She’s tough as nails, and maybe that’s what makes it so hot when she gets needy like this, whimpering and pleading. Steve is the only one who gets to see this, who gets to give her what she needs, and that sets him aflame.

“Fuck, I love it when you get like this,” he admits breathlessly, but even though it’s absurdly hot, he doesn’t expect her to be like this all the time. It’s better when it’s rare, when it builds up until she seems desperate.

One hand works between Maeve’s legs while the other slides down her lower back and over the curve of her ass. His thumb slides down the cleft if it, first feeling where her cunt is stretched around his cock and then a little higher, rubbing at the tight furl of muscle.

He hasn’t fucked her there yet, but sometimes she lets him use his fingers or his mouth. Right now he just rests his thumb against her asshole, nudging the tip of it inside as he fucks her hard enough that the obscene sound of skin meeting skin fills the room.

“Look at you,” Steve pants, staring as she wriggles between his cock and his hands, mouth open and chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “So fucking beautiful.”