If she wanted to make him gasp, she didn't miss her mark. He gasped and moaned and the assault of raw pleasure left him trembling. He held an unopen condom in one hand, the other hand reached out to touch her cheek. He wasn't prone to talking, he wasn't a cuddler, but he thrived on that raw, vulnerable physical contact.
He brought the condom to his lips. He bit the packaging and ripped it open. He spit the corner of the wrapper out and raised his brow to ask if she wanted to take over from there.