"Fuck," Steve echoes, staring down at Maeve. A bead of sweat rolls down his nose, wobbling at the tip of it for a moment before falling to land on Maeve's shoulder. This is so intense-- not just the pleasure of being inside of her like this, but also at the trust she obviously has in him. It means so much to him, and really drives the point home that sex is so much better when feelings are involved.

He would have laughed if someone had told him that a few years ago, but he knows better now.

"You look so fucking good," Steve tells her, watching as her tits heave with each deep breath. He moves a little faster, still careful, keeping his fingertips pressed against her g-spot as his cock moves in and out of her. "I wonder how many times I can make you come. Fuck, babe, I wanna wear you out."