Tell her it broke

"The condom broke," you murmured, your voice thick with the remnants of your exertion. You pulled out completely, the cool air of the lounge hitting your heated skin. You didn't want the complication of an unplanned pregnancy, and the memory of her warning about birth control flashed through your mind. You stood over her, your chest heaving, the raw scent of sex and expensive perfume thick in the air. You watched her arch her back, her body shivering in the sudden void, her eyes searching for you with a look of pure, unfiltered longing.

Maya shifted, rolling over to look at you, her hair a tangled halo against the crimson fabric. She didn't look annoyed or frightened, only intensely grateful. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your thigh, and thanked you for being honest. The sincerity in her voice was a contrast to the animalistic energy of the last few minutes. She told you that she appreciated the transparency, a small flicker of trust igniting in the midst of the chaos.

She pulled you back down toward her, her legs wrapping around your waist with a possessive strength. She whispered that you could continue without the barrier, her voice a low, commanding plea. She only asked for one thing, that you promise to pull out and finish outside of her before you cum. You felt the heat of her skin radiating against yours, the prospect of raw, skin on skin contact making your blood boil. You didn't offer a verbal promise, instead sealing the agreement with a deep, bruising kiss before driving yourself back into her wetness.