"Fuck, okay," Steve pants out, staring at her wide-eyed and eager as she props herself up on her elbow. He cups her face in his dry hand and kisses her again, touching his forehead to hers for a moment as he catches his breath. He can't get so excited that this is over before it even starts.

"I'll go slow, and if you don't like it, you tell me," Steve says to her, kissing her cheek and then her mouth again before sitting up. "And we'll stop, okay?"

He sits up and swallows hard as he grabs an extra pillow and urges her to lift her hips so he can slide it under her. He feels nervous in a way that he hasn't since he was fourteen, almost giddy, and he leans in to kiss her again because she's the only one who could make him feel like this. He loves her so much.

After grabbing the lube, he gets up on his knees between her spread thighs and squirts lube into his palm. It's probably too much, but he doesn't care. If he hurt Maeve, even accidentally, he'd probably try to throw himself out the window, so he can deal with the mess. He slicks his cock and then rubs the excess against her hole, then grips and positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole.

"Fuck," he breathes out, chuckling breathlessly and then looking up at her face. "You ready?"