It wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough. “More?” she whimpered. She managed to pick up one hand from the counter, tangling the fingers in his curls, and tugged upward until she could kiss his mouth. “Bedroom,” she breathed, in between kisses.
“More,” he echoed without hesitation, hips jerking forward as she dragged his head upwards, lips easily and eagerly finding hers. Humming in delight at the near-rough treatment to his hair, he nodded and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, not breaking the kiss as he twisted to carry her out of the room.
She sighed in relief as the pressure in her back went away. She couldn’t imagine having sex of any kind against a counter. Scraping her fingers through his hair, she deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue against his and biting at his lip. She laughed as he tumbled her onto the bed.