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When she tried to move, to rearrange herself so she could bend her head to him, he grabbed her hands and shook his head.
"Later." He pressed a kiss to her lips to swallow her protests. "I want to enjoy it, not explode like a horny teenager."
To stop any further protest, he eased her back onto the pillows and arranged her legs so her knees were bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress. His hands shook slightly as he ripped open a foil packet and rolled the condom onto his throbbing shaft. Nudging her opening with the head, he eased himself in one tiny bit at a time. Despite the fact she was wet and her muscles slightly relaxed from her orgasm, she was also very tight and he was very large.