Maeve's teeth scrape along his skin and Steve lifts a hand to bite at his fist, cock giving a little twitch in her hand as she shimmies downward. When she tosses the sleeping bag pack, Steve presses himself up onto one elbow to watch her, reaching out to sweep her hair back from her face, holding it in his fist for a moment before letting it go.

"I am very happy with the direction that you're taking us," Steve says with a rough chuckle, biting his bottom lip as he shifts his hips. "Fuck, Maeve."

She's just so hot, overwhelmingly so, and Steve can barely concentrate when her mouth is so close to his cock. It strains up eagerly, brushing the underside of her chin, and he hisses as he reaches out to touch her mouth, thumbing at her bottom lip.

"I am not too proud to beg," he says as he drags his thumb down her chin and along her jaw, subtly dragging her mouth open until he can see her pink tongue. "Please, babe."