He can barely think; his wrist is pinned between their bodies as she rocks against him, his fingers soaked with how much she wants this, her movements uncoordinated and moans more sounds than actual words. As she comes down and her movements slow and then stop, the flutters decreasing in frequency, he moves to slip his fingers from her body. She surprises him, reaching for the condom and reaching for his length, but all he can think is thank fuck because he's really fucking dying over here when she shoves him onto his back, climbs atop him, and sinks down with a soft exhale. "Fuck," he moans, his hands moving to her hips as he shifts, planting the soles of his feet on the mattress and shifting for leverage. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good." It won't be long, not with the way she's still fluttering around him, not with the way she's tight around him, trembling, her cheeks rosy and hair and eyes dark. He could bang this chick for the rest of high school and never get bored, he's officially deciding right now. "Yes," he agrees, his hands on her hips helping her to ride.