Adrian didn't care one way or the other where he had sex. Counters, walls, the couch, a bed, ect. He made it work. Most of the time sex was just a bit of meaningless fun. The locations never seemed to matter to him. There were several other locations in the house he knew she'd look fantyastic bent over or sprawled across but that was the extent of his thoughts on ther matter. Right then it was only the sound of her and the feel of her body gradually tightening around him, he walls gripping him ever more tightly and pull that cord of pleasure tighter within him.
He wasn't much for demands but moaned ones of "harder" were a little more difficult to pass up. It was definitely no hardship for him to follow through. Changing his hold on her leg, he withdrewe again, the head of his cock the only thing left inside of her before immedifately slamming back into her, his tight grip on her hip and thigh used to pull her to him, increasing the forced of each thrust even further. The pleasure that hit him time was almost overwhelming, a deep growl moving through his chest as his release lingered just out of reach.