Steve lifts his head to make room for Maeve’s mouth, swallowing hard and feeling his Adam’s apple bob against her lips. Her hand slides along his torso and Steve is pleased that it ends up exactly where he wants it to— around his cock. His breath hitches as he groans, keeping one tucked under her head while his other hand slides up and down her side.

“I feel like I would remember that,” he says with a rough chuckle, biting his lip as his cock slides through the firm grip of Maeve’s fist. “But I will happily take any off of your hands.”

Pleased by his play on words, he chuckles again, but it turns into a low moan as Maeve fists his cock. He rolls onto his back, tugging her body on top of his until she’s leaning over him, tits pressed to his chest as he reaches up to gently sweep her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He cups her face reverently, stroking the pad of his thumb lightly along her bottom lip.