Different types of sex were appropriate at different moments. Sure, typically sex immediately after saying three certain words ended up being more gentle than what was currently happening, but there would be time for the other round later. Standing sex had never been meant to be particularly slow, lingering, or gentle in Gideon's opinion. Maybe he'd discover it one day (considering he and Amelia used their time wisely), but today wasn't that day. He wasn't looking to rush through it or make their romp into a quickie, but he was just too damn turned on to be patient or to move slowly.
Gideon got his jeans out of the way just enough so that he was exposed, but he didn't even bother shoving them down his legs. It was a bit stupid to be wearing a shirt but no pants, so he stayed clothed. He groaned softly when he felt Amelia's fingers on him and around him. Their lips met again briefly and he obeyed her wordlessly, thrusting inside her without hesitation. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her body closer to the edge of the counter and to him. Gideon's mouth found hers again and he kissed her, his tongue searching hers out for a moment before his lips dragged across her cheek and paused just behind her ear.