The counter shook with the force of my thrusts, items rattling on the surface. A jar of utensils toppled over, spoons and spatulas clattering to the floor. Neither of us cared.
"Look at you," I said, my free hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. "The mighty telekinetic prodigy, reduced to a moaning mess on a kitchen counter."
"Shut up," she gasped, but there was no heat in her words. Her body betrayed her, pushing back against me, seeking more friction, more depth.
I felt my second climax approaching and increased my pace, the sound of flesh on flesh growing louder. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and came, filling her with my seed. She collapsed forward onto the counter, her body trembling with aftershocks.
When she tried to stand, her legs buckled. I caught her before she could fall, scooping her into my arms.
"Bathroom," she mumbled against my chest. "I need to clean up."
