Stuck with him. Oh, how glad she was of that. Even after just a few short days, Steve was already the center of her universe. The mere thought of even trying to live without him made it hard to breathe, and she held him tighter because of it.
She could feel him trying to slow the urgency of their actions together, but it was still in her heart, a need to be with him, right then at that very moment. It wasn't something she could explain to him, there weren't any words that would be able to properly describe it. She didn't make it any secret how much she enjoyed each and every one of his touches, though - the way he laid over her on the couch, those kisses that made her heart race faster and faster, the brush of teeth that made her gasp with want. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, on his chest and shoulders and arms, grabbing fistfuls for a second or two and then releasing them to move her hands along those strong muscles.
But it wasn't enough. Even that hand placed so deliciously on her thigh wasn't enough.
"Steve, please," she pleaded, her voice a breathy mix of desire and eagerness. "I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Now. Please."
She just barely registered that the fireworks had started, and there, at the back of her mind, was a little bit of guilt at his missing them this year. A birthday tradition cast aside because of her. But it was only a little bit.
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She could feel him trying to slow the urgency of their actions together, but it was still in her heart, a need to be with him, right then at that very moment. It wasn't something she could explain to him, there weren't any words that would be able to properly describe it. She didn't make it any secret how much she enjoyed each and every one of his touches, though - the way he laid over her on the couch, those kisses that made her heart race faster and faster, the brush of teeth that made her gasp with want. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, on his chest and shoulders and arms, grabbing fistfuls for a second or two and then releasing them to move her hands along those strong muscles.
But it wasn't enough. Even that hand placed so deliciously on her thigh wasn't enough.
"Steve, please," she pleaded, her voice a breathy mix of desire and eagerness. "I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Now. Please."
She just barely registered that the fireworks had started, and there, at the back of her mind, was a little bit of guilt at his missing them this year. A birthday tradition cast aside because of her. But it was only a little bit.