His thumb is a counterweight; she keeps waiting for it to drop with each undelicate turn of her wrist, with the way she sets her teeth against his lip when he exhales and the rattling thud of his leg against the counter. And-- shit, neither of them have wanked off nearly enough for this to be an initially lengthy affair. Chloe can tell that much thanks to the slickness of skin on skin where her thigh is catching against his, and she's careful when she guides him (one hand low across the curve of his ass, the other still handling him) in towards the broad point of his thumb.

If they're going to fuck on the counter, they might as bloody well fuck on the counter.