“Mm, you’re probably right,” Steve murmurs. This doesn’t feel like they’re winding down, more like taking a break between rounds, and they shouldn’t have the next one on the couch. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if they got caught, but they’d probably never hear the end of it.

“Stay right here,” Steve says after a few moments, kissing the bite mark on her shoulder again as he slowly eases out of her, both his cock and his thumb. Getting shakily to his feet, he pulls off the condom and ties it off neatly, then gathers their clothes to head toward her bedroom. He tosses them aside and puts the condom in her trash, then heads back out into the living room, smiling at the sight of her on the sofa, glistening and sated.

“Okay, come on,” he says as he leans down to slide his arms under her shoulders and knees, easily lifting her up from the sofa in a bridal carry. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t walk them straight into a wall, given that he can’t stop staring at her, but they make it to her bedroom safely and Steve kicks the door shut with his foot before setting her gently onto the bed.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out, leaning over her from the side and sliding one big hand down between her breasts and over her stomach, fingers trailing through the soft hair between her legs and then further down, rubbing briefly at her clit before sinking two fingers slowly inside of her. “Are you too sensitive for more?”