Better him than her because her stash of condoms is inside her purse and that's in another room entirely. Too far to stop and go find one, really.

Problem solved, she leans her shoulders back against the wall and juts her hips out, helping him slide inside her oh so easily. It's hard to not sigh out his name when she feels him stretching her, not when she's usually so vocal, and it's only prevented from her biting her lip again, this time hard enough to tinge the thin skin there red. From here, she can't throw her hips back at him, speeding things up with her impatience, so she whispers for him to move. Now. Don't make her wait.