He looked over her shoulder at the champagne bottle, which didn't fall over, fortunately. If she wanted to do it in the kitchen, who was he to say 'no'? His parents would be shocked that he'd even consider such a thing, not their 'baby', and his sister Judy would probably be unable to speak for a full day.
It would be wonderful.
Jeff panted softly along with her. "Kitchen... living room... bedroom, I don't care." He gave her breasts a squeeze. "If we're going to do it here, I suggest we... remove the bottle before we... break it..."
His lips became engrossed with her throat, his teeth grazing along her pulse.