Reno took advantage of her moving off of him to likewise rid himself of his boxers, reflecting, very briefly, that their clothing looked like it had exploded the way the pieces were strewn over different parts of the room. He just gave a nod as she spoke, then grabbed the packet from where it had been sitting on the bed.
As he put the condom on, he happened to take note of just a little bit of a butterfly in his stomach. Okay, why the fuck am I nervous? And then as soon as he'd thought the question, an answer came to him. Because sex never really meant anything before. But it did now. He glanced over at Maria and decided he probably preferred it that way.
And he was very glad that she didn't seem to be nervous. He scooted over so that he was sitting beside her, just a little to her back, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"How do you want it?" he asked in a husky whisper and he ran one hand between her legs, the other hand moving to squeeze one of her breasts.