He lets Maeve pull his pants open and then slides his fingers free, tugging her panties aside and then pushing his pants down enough to tug his cock out. Once again, Steve finds himself grateful for Maeve's birth control, because they don't have to stop. He can just position himself at her entrance and thrust up into her, burying him in her cunt with a low groan.

It's certainly lacking finesse, but that's okay. Steve puts one hand under her ass and braces the other against the door, catching her mouth in a messy kiss as he fucks her, panting breathlessly and turning his head to kiss at her jaw, then her neck. He feels overwhelmed by how much he wants her, how much he likes her, how good she feels around his cock, hot and wet and tight.

"You feel so good," he tells her, smiling against her jaw and nipping lightly at her soft skin as he rolls his hips, burying himself inside of her over and over again. With most of her weight braced against the door, Steve lets go of it to drag the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, sliding his hand along her bare skin before ducking his head to press his mouth to it.