“I wouldn’t want you to rush,” he says breathlessly, gripping at his own thighs as she leans over him. She smells good, a little like sweat from how hard she’s been working, and Steve has to resist the urge to drag his tongue up the side of her throat.

“Fuck.” He has to close his eyes for just a minute, tipping his head back so he can take a breath. When he opens them again, she’s rolling her hips in this obscene way, and Steve takes a breath as he stares up at her. “I’d suck on them for as long as you’d let me. Do you like that, having them sucked on?”

She doesn’t even have her fucking dress off yet.