#wishful thinking

"okay, honey, yeah." steve nods in quick succession, hopping on board immediately. "whatever you want."

you take his cheeks between your palms and squish slightly. "will it still be good for you?"

steve nods again and leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours. "you're always good for me."

his sweetness makes you sigh. you let him maneuver your hips up so he can slide your shorts down and pull his pulsing cock out. your mouth waters as you watch him tug himself once, twice, tip already flushed and leaking for you. you clench around nothing in anticipation, bracing yourself to feel the sweet stretch that you'll never fully get used to.

steve pulls you down closer and lines himself up at your entrance that's slick with arousal from his earlier ministrations. the head of his dick knocks into your clit, making you both moan.

"ready?" steve breathes out, forehead resting against yours.

you swallow and squeeze at his shoulders. you hope it reads as a reassuring gesture, but it's really more for you to steady yourself. "uh huh," you respond.

steve lets out a shaky breath as he pushes the tip of his dick into your entrance, feeling your velvet walls envelope him immediately. he's a total goner, a choked, wet moan escaping his lips when he feels you clench around the sensitive bulb that threatens to burst as you continue to suck him in.

you squeeze his shoulders again, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "steve," you whimper.

"you alright?" steve turns his head to press a sweet kiss to your hairline. "you okay?"

you clench your teeth and nod, hot breath fanning across his face as you attempt to steady yourself. "you're so big. can never get used to you," you admit with another moan.

steve's head falls from yours to rest heavily on the back of the couch, eyes rolling into the back of his head at your praise. "gonna stay right here, okay? god, you make me feel so fucking good."

now it's your turn to react to his praise, clenching around him in a way that makes steve call on every ounce of self control he has so he doesn't buck his hips further up into the warmth of your cunt.

steve doesn't need much to cum when he gets like this, and you know just what he likes. you revel in the way he whines into your mouth when you move one hand underneath his shirt to smooth it over his chest, fingers raking through the patch of hair there. thankfully steve has a good grip on you so you can bring your other hand down to wrap it around his cock, squeezing it around him in time with your pussy that's practically pulsing for him. when you feel him twitch inside you, you dip lower to roll his balls over your palm.