Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

She flutters around him as she comes down, slowly; he keeps pushing through her movements and shivers, his pace still quick, her name panted on his lips as he drags his teeth over one nipple and bites gently. His tongue traces a circle around the dark puckered skin there before sliding to its twin and repeating the action, pressing his lips to her breast and mouthing at it as he grinds his hips from side to side and pushes even deeper inside her. He'd crawl inside her if he could, a low moan rumbling from his chest. A few more deep thrusts, and he spurts into the condom with a shocked expression as he tries to prevent from falling - dead weight - atop her; he lands against her side instead, and instantly nuzzles himself into her side. "Moved a trash can next to my bed," he mutters softly without opening his eyes. "Don't wanna get up." He'll be able to remove the condom, tie it off, and simply drop it in the trash can. "Shower with me after."