The fact that this was really happening, it wasn't some dream his depressed and lonely brain had made up to help him cope, probably wouldn't hit Steve until afterwards; right now he was completely in the moment.

He was trying to maintain a little distance between their hips, because he was a little afraid as soon as he touched her, it would all be over for this round, and that was just not acceptable. But as soon as he felt her nails on his back, Steve's hips jerked, his cock sliding along her thigh and pressing against her opening, still covered by her underwear. He groaned, burying his face against her shoulder.