She turned her face to kiss his palm when she felt fingers on her cheek, smiling to herself. When he offered her the condom, she took it from him, sliding it over him as fast as she could without tearing it. Without asking for his input, without hesitation, she moved up on the bed, along his torso. When she was straddling him properly, she reached behind herself to find him again, biting her lip as she moved. Guiding him toward her, she lowered herself down a bit faster than usual, gasping at her own roughness, and rocking her hips as soon as she was able. His name fell from her lips, a breathy moan of encouragement, and she opened her eyes at last to look at him. She wanted to see him.