We couldn’t wait, so we did it in the kitchen.

Lena and Jake rush into the kitchen, hands all over each other before the door even closes. The counter clears in a single swipe, glasses and appliances crashing to the floor as Jake lifts her up. Lena wraps those long legs around his waist, grinding against him while he unbuckles his belt with desperate fingers. She can’t wait to feel him inside. He teases her entrance, dragging the tip along her slick folds before finally thrusting deep. The rhythm starts rough, bodies slamming against the counter as spices and utensils rattle in their wake. Lena’s nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer as pleasure builds. Jake growls, gripping her hips tighter, driving into her with relentless force. The kitchen table creaks under their weight, their desperation leaving no room for gentleness.