Brilliantly, she says, and Steve smiles down at her with open adoration. God, he loves her in so many different ways, for so many different things. Maeve letting him do this is hot, obviously, but it also means that she trusts him, and Steve knows how hard-won such trust is from someone like Maeve, who has been hurt so many times.

He moves slowly, nudging forward with tiny presses of his hips. She's impossibly tight and Steve has to bite his lip, grunting at the pressure around his cock. It seems to take forever, but eventually Steve bottoms out, grinding his hips against her ass as he shifts his weight onto one elbow so he can reach between them and rub slow circles around her cunt.

"Fuck, Maeve. You feel so good," he pants out, staring down at her face and flicking his hair out of his eyes. His thighs are shaking as he fights against the urge to start thrusting, instead staying still inside her body. "Tell me when you're ready."