Steve knows that he doesn’t have the sexiest name. No one is crying out oh Steve in any romance novel, but when Maeve says his name, it does sound sexy. Everything she says sounds sexy, but when she says it like this, all breathless and pleading, it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, bringing his hand down against her ass in a light slap, holding onto her as he leans over to grab a condom from his bag. After tearing it open with his teeth, he gets the condom out and rolls it down his cock, hissing a bit at the pressure. Thankfully, he already came, so he’ll be able to make this last.

He takes his cock in hand and positions it at her cunt, teasing the head of it through her folds for a moment before sinking in with one smooth thrust. He lets out a low groan and stays buried inside of her for a long moment, letting them both adjust. After taking a deep breath, he pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her ass like he’s trying to get even deeper.

“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he breathes out, ragged and reverent all at once. “Maeve.”