Meredith stops straining to reach, fingers curling in and shoulders relaxing. It's too easy to get distracted by how good it feels, the slight tug of his teeth, the warmth of his tongue, the distant thought that that'll leave a mark. Sighing, she arches up toward his mouth, eyes closing, and every nip just makes her want more, makes her want him now. "Sean, wait," she murmurs, draping her arms over his shoulders again, sliding a hand to the back of his neck. "Wait. Condom. I can't reach." She really doesn't want him to stop at all.