Yes

You roll your eyes, knowing you were so close to letting him slip inside. "Yeah, I do, in my bag." You point to where you left it on the floor. "left side." He opens it, finding the wrapper, and brings it back over. He hands it to you, and you look at him before opening it.

"Do you want me to put it on?" you ask him, and he nods back with pleading eyes. You place the ring over his head, rolling it all the way down to his base. You spit on it to get it more wet before guiding it to your entrance, stopping as he brushes your entrance.

He pauses before sliding in, your heels hooking behind his back. "Just give in" you whisper, pulling his hips forward, sliding his head into your opening. The smooth texture of the condom isn't the most exciting, but he moans as he feels heat radiating from your walls. He relaxes, sliding further and further into you. His hands find their way to your boobs as he starts to get into a rhythm, slowly pulling back and forth, feeling how tight you are.

The condom is kind of loose around him, and you're so tight it starts to slide up his shaft. Every few strokes he adjusts to pull the ring back down, making sure it doesn't come off. The interruptions in his rhythm take you out of the moment. Any time he gets something good going, he has to stop to adjust.

"Don't stop baby, just keep going" you say, trying to hide the annoyance in your tone. "I'm trying," he says, ignoring how the condom is starting to slide up his shaft.