"No chance, babe," Steve pants out, because the building could come down around them and he's not sure that he could stop, not now. He's close, teetering on the edge, but it grits his teeth and holds himself back because he wants her to come first, wants to feel her body pulse around him and let that be what tips him over.

He leans over her, holding her between the sofa and his body, speared on his cock and pinned between his hands. One hand works at her clit, and he gently eases his thumb a little further into her ass, pressing down until he can feel his cock moving inside of her body. He feels a little lightheaded, like all the blood has rushed down to his cock, and he bites at her pale shoulder hard enough that he wouldn't be surprised if it left a little bruise behind.

"You first, Maeve," he pants out against her ear, thrusts going hard and erratic as he squeezes her clit between two fingers. "C'mon, babe. You're so close, I can feel it."