The sounds she's making are nearly overwhelming to him, and he thinks this whole thing might end up being a bust before it can even really start if he doesn't act fast. He's aching to finally feel what it's like to be inside of her, it's driving him crazy, it's been driving him crazy. He gently pushes a finger into her as he keeps lapping with his tongue, moving it in and out, hooking it just so the deeper he goes. One finger becomes two, two becomes three, and she's bucking her hips and he's reaching a breaking point. He pulls back, smiling a little to himself when he hears a muted groan of protest and sliding his hands up her body as he stands. She looks so beautiful right now, naked underneath him with her legs still propped on his shoulders and her eyes just a little glazed over. He leans down, meeting her lips and swirling his tongue around hers as he reaches down with one hand and gives himself a few firm strokes.

He kisses up her jawline, swipes his tongue against the skin behind her earlobe. It's then that he pauses, cursing himself for not having been immediately prepared. "Condom," he mutters, and he has to lower her legs to reach over her so he can reach the drawer on the other side of the bed. Condom and then they can have their eight-second bliss. "I think we're actually going to have to downgrade to about 5 seconds because Christ, you're making me ridiculously hard right now," he tells her, grinning. It's not really a joke, he knows she can tell just by looking at him, but he's not trying to hide anything at this point anyway.