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fingers, which caused him to kiss me harder as deep sounds rumbled in through his chest.  They were both pierced.  I loved it.
    I heard something crash and shatter but neither of us paid it any attention.  We lost our balance a little more, making my entire world spin, but he righted us.
    We didn’t make it very far.  I didn’t know if this was his original destination or if he knew we’d never make it to his bedroom without severely injuring ourselves but we tumbled onto the couch.  Good enough.
    He pushed my s kirt up around my waist.  He caressed my thighs while kissing a path from my lips to my chest as he hooked his fingers through either side of my red, lacy thong and started to slide it down while he attacked my nipple.
    “God , you’re beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely as he sat back to free my legs of my panties completely.  He took a second to just admire me with sexy hooded eyes, rubbing his hand through his messy hair while he let out a deep sigh.
    He was one to talk.  He was even more gorgeous without his shirt on.  I wanted to sit down and explore each tattoo, touch them, lick them, have him tell me about them.  Did they have meaning?  Why did he pick each design?
    His one arm was unquestionably a full sleeve and spread out onto his chest a nd up part of his neck.  I wondered if it stretched out onto his back to.  It was black and grey with little splashes of color.  The other arm only had what I saw at the bar, the star, the pin up girl, and the clover on his hand.  And his nipples were definitely pierced.  I was done just enjoying my eye candy.  I wanted more.  I could contemplate the deeper meaning of his tattoos later.
    I crocked my finger at him to come to me and he smiled, in that sexy way I had come to appreciate from him in the short time that I knew him.  He fell down over me catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush me, which was a possibility, but he didn’t stop his lips from crashing down over mine.
    I grabbed for the waist of his pants and started to tug.  Finally, I won the battle with his button and fly.  I shifted my hand inside of his boxers and stroked him.  He was huge!  Was this even physically possible?  He jerked against my hand as his breath caught against my mouth.
    “I can’t wait,” he mumbled in a heated rush pushing his pants down and p lacing himself at my entrance.  “So wet,” he slurred against my lips as he rubbed against my throbbing core.
    “Lincoln,” I moaned, a little proud of myself that I remembered his name.  My brain was more than a little foggy from lust or alcohol, or both.  “Please,” I begged as I arched up against him.
    He chuckled at me.  “I’ll take care of you baby,” he growled at the side of my neck.  For someone who couldn’t wait a second ago, he seemed to be doing fine to me.  I opened my legs for him, wrapping them around his hips, rolling my hips up to help him.  He groaned as he started to slide in.  “God,” he panted, his voice tense and strained, as he began to thrust at the perfect rhythm.
    I tangled one hand in his wild hair and when he nipped at the delicate skin under my ear I cried out.  His nipple rings were rubbing against my nipples as we rocked causing sensations that I didn’t even know were possible.
    I grabbed his arms and digging my nails in as he pumped into me kissing and nipping every inch of skin his lips could find.  He propped himself up on one elbow and his other had slid under my ass to tip it higher.
    I screamed his name as my body erupts in wave, after wave of the most amazing orgasm ever.  He shuttered as he joined me before he collapsed on top of me.
    We were covered in sweat.  Neither of us breathing evenly.  He shifted to the side rolling off the couch.  He caught himself before he crashed to the ground and I burst out laughing, still struggling for air.  He joined me.  His pants and boxers were tangled around his knees causing him to trip and stumble