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.
Eagerly allowing his hands to roam her torso, he pushed into her hands and parted his lips, allowing her to take the lead in the passionate kiss as he near enough threw her onto the bed. Not giving her even a moment to protest, he crawled on top of her and gently pressed their hips together, stilling then as he panted into her mouth.
Laughter turned into a helpless, wanton moan. There was entirely too much clothing in the way, despite the lightness of his swim-trunks. She scraped her thoughts together enough to say, breathily, “You never let me finish taking off my clothes.”