[ It's not worry, just habit. When Isabelle reverses their positions, Baby kicks off the rest of his clothes and looks up at her, awe and hunger having taken the biggest spots in his eyes, in his brain, not giving him much place for anything else. But he still thinks of it - he's never had sex without a condom and it's never been something he's forgotten, but he sits there for a moment, his legs shaking and words difficult to come out when his tongue feels huge and unwieldy in his mouth. ]
Condom?
[ It's the best he can manage, as he starts to lie back when Isabelle crawls over him, her knees to his sides and her hands on his chest and her breasts against his skin, nipples dragging against him and making him gasp, his eyes closing even though he wants to look, look, look. He doesn't have the wherewithal for it, has to tilt back and press himself to the mattress and let his hands find her hips, flexing into muscles. His lips feel dry, his own pelvis rolling up unconsciously at the thought of Isabelle so close, yet still so far, making him keen, noises high-pitched in the back of his throat. He's never felt like a needy kind of guy, before, but there is nothing else right now than how much he needs Isabelle. ]
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Condom?
[ It's the best he can manage, as he starts to lie back when Isabelle crawls over him, her knees to his sides and her hands on his chest and her breasts against his skin, nipples dragging against him and making him gasp, his eyes closing even though he wants to look, look, look. He doesn't have the wherewithal for it, has to tilt back and press himself to the mattress and let his hands find her hips, flexing into muscles. His lips feel dry, his own pelvis rolling up unconsciously at the thought of Isabelle so close, yet still so far, making him keen, noises high-pitched in the back of his throat. He's never felt like a needy kind of guy, before, but there is nothing else right now than how much he needs Isabelle. ]