Condom

"C-condom!" you manage to say. He continues his **** on your body, not helping you concentrate with your already sex-addled mind. His hand is working all kinds of miracles down by your pussy without ever having once entered it or even touching your clit. It seems almost as if he's teasing you and working you up. His mouth has begun a path across your chest, seeming like he's heading for your as-of-yet neglected nipple.

You squirm under his ardor, your hands reaching to grab his head to stop him from continuing so that you can tell him what you need to. Instead, your hands latch on to the back of his head and pull it into yourself tighter, trying to drag him closer and closer to his apparent target. Just as he's inches away from your other nipple -- close enough that you can feel his breath steaming over it -- he changes direction and starts moving his kisses lower and lower down your torso.

You feel your hands now pushing him, urging him to increase his movement and get to his target faster, but his pace stays constant. You feel his lips pass over your ribcage, massage down your belly, and slow down as he approaches your crotch. He kisses and licks down the crease of your leg, going down one side of your mound just to go back up the other side without once touching your sensitive, leaking quim. His head instead pops itself up over your crotch with a grin and he glides his body over yours until you feel the tip of his penis nudging at the flesh beside your opening. With a grin, he asks you what it was you wanted.