She obviously doesn't even want this to happen because she takes hold of him just as he plucks a condom out of the drawer and he nearly comes right then and there. She has to know what she's doing to him when she strokes him, and he can't even look at her because he's too busy trying not to collapse flat on his face. It's too much yet not enough and as regains control of himself, managing to at least tear open the package in his hands, he feels her tongue against it and goddamn it, this just won't do.

He shoots her a stern look, holding up the half-torn condom wrapper and shaking it. "If you want me to get this on, you're going to have to not do that. For now. You can do it all you want later, I promise I won't mind then." But right now he really just wants to fuck her. He pulls the condom out and tosses the wrapper aside, moving so that he's fully above her as he rolls the condom onto his cock. He brushes hair out of her face, smiling down at her before giving her a soft, sweet kiss as he aligns himself against her. "I love you," he tells her, "so much." He's lost track of how many times he's said it tonight but it doesn't matter because it's true, it's genuine. He laces the fingers of one hand through hers as he guides himself into her, dropping his head to her chest with a groan and taking a breast in his mouth as he shudders at how tight she feels around him.