Alex struggled to keep moving, keep pushing into her as her cries echoed, her hands clung to him. He thrust until he was too soft to stay inside her, and pushed once more and slid one hand between them to grasp the sticky latex of the condom.
He couldn't resist teasing at the slippery bud of her clit with one fingertip, remembering the lovely sounds she'd make when he did, and lingered there for a moment, listening to her whimpers before pulling free of her body.
He'd never tried to dispose of one before, not since he'd been injured, and he knelt up between her legs, fumbling to slide the condom off and knot the end of it. "God, this is harder than it used to be."