Steve barely had her panties pulled off one leg before both of Rogue's legs were locked around him; his precarious position leaning on one arm meant the movement jarred him, making him grunt as he caught himself before his considerable bulk crushed her.

None of that mattered though, because he could feel the heat of her, even through the urgency that was sweeping over him as well. Remembering the (somewhat embarrassing, but only because it had had to be explained to him in the first place) conversation about being ready, Steve reached down, running his fingers along her slit; she was either still wet from earlier, or wet again, but either way, obviously this wasn't going to be an issue.

Pressing forward, Steve guided his cock inside her, trying to be gentle and give her a little time to adjust, while also moving as quickly as possible until he was seated fully inside her, groins pressed flush together.