He'd tried. God knew he'd tried, but her motions, her groans, her fingers digging into his back, it all felt so good, too good, and his body took over. He went rigid as he came with a shout of her name into the moonlit room, his back arched on a last, deep thrust. He did try to keep moving, keep up the motion of his fingers, but he knew he'd have to pull free soon or risk making the condom pretty much useless as far as pregnancy protection went.