No, you want to ride cowgirl

You resist his attempts to roll you over, and sit up. You pat the bed beside you.

"Nuh-uh. Lie down," you instruct. "I'm gonna ride you."

Sam frowns. "Do you really gotta get hung up on every little thing?"

"I mean yeah," you shrug, "it's kind of a big deal. Blame your ex-girlfriend."

He hesitates for a few seconds, mulling something over, then sighs and complies, lying day on his back beside you.

You swing your leg over and straddle him, placing your hands upon his muscular pecs and supporting your upper body with your arms. You grind your pussy against his rubber-coated cock, moaning when his tip bumps against your clit, but you can already tell that the particular orgasm you were chasing has been lost to you.

He reaches down to line himself up. You raise your hips up, then sink back down partway, enveloping a third of his cock into your warm cunt. You reach down and feel his penis, confirming that he's still wearing the condom, before lowering yourself the rest of the way, hilting his dick inside you.

You're both past the point of a warm-up, so you waste no time in bouncing energetically atop him. He responds in kind, lifting his hips to meet yours with every downward thrust you make.

You lean back, resting your hands on his calves and stretching your body out on full display. He runs his hands over the taut skin of your belly, then up to catch your wildly-bouncing breasts. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp and clench your thighs around him.

You fuck like this for a few minutes, devolving further and further into moaning, panting, sweaty messes, until finally your strength gives out and you drop forward. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him and smushing your breasts against his chest.

You kiss your way up his neck until you reach his ear, then lick up his ear before nibbling it gently at the top. This seems to kick him into overdrive, as he moans loudly and tightens his grip on you. His hips start jackhammering you from underneath. You can tell he's approaching his climax, and you feel your own rising up to meet it.

"Fuck, gonna cum!" he groans.

"Ah, me too!" you gasp.

A thought passes by your mind that it would be safest for him to pull out, even with the condom on. But even if you could muster the words, you doubt you could stop him at this point.

Sure enough, a second later, he grabs your ass and slams your hips down to meet his rising thrust. He then holds still, twitching aggressively within your deepest spots as his cock erupts. You cum too, your pussy tightening and pulsating around him, your cervix opening to accept seed which it will hopefully not encounter.

You both moan passionately into each other's ears as you ride out your respective orgasms. Once you're both spent, you collapse into a pile of limp limbs, heaving bodies and moisture of various varieties.

When you regain the strength to do so, you roll over onto the bed, letting his dick slip free of your snatch. You then sit up and lean over him, carefully inspecting the condom for leaks.