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as he tried to right himself.
    I did n’t know what standard protocol was for the aftermath of the most amazing sex I ever had with a man I didn’t know was.  Should I go to sleep?  On the couch?  Did he have a roommate?  Should I beg for round two?  I wanted too.  Leave?  Now that the lust was starting to clear I was beginning to see what we just did on the couch, condom free in a whole new light.
    Before I could work myself up into an anxiety attack he lurched to his feet, kicking free of his pants, scooped me up in his arms, and started to carry me up the stairs , down the hall, away from the front door.  We entered a room and he kicked the door shut behind us.
    He collapsed on the bed with me still in his arms.  He yanked my skirt, that was still twisted around my waist, off.  Then turned me so that his arm was around me and my head was resting on his chest.  I draped my leg over his and he tossed a blanket over us.  It was mere seconds before the alcohol and exhaustion won over and I passed out.
     
    Lincoln
     
    I woke up to the familiar sound of Xbox and screaming coming from my living room.  I glanced over at my nightstand to look at my clock.  It was noon.  A little mewling sound came from the warm body curled up on me.  Somehow during the night we shifted so she was laying on me.  Her head is on my chest, those full, pouty lips only inches away from my nipple, her legs between mine.
    I looked down at the little, soft-spoken, sex kitten in my arms that had giv en me the best sex of my life.  I had not expected that to say the least. I brought her home expecting a mediocre lay, because let’s be honest here, most of the girls you bring home for a one nighter usually weren’t that fabulous in bed.  Ones I could easily part with in the morning and did but I didn’t want to part ways with her at all.  I wanted another round, maybe a few.
    I was intrigued.  I couldn’t remember the last time I found a girl this intriguing.
    I brushed her wild waves out of her face and she just snuggled deeper into me.  She looked like a little fairy.  Her long, brown hair was wildly covering her nude body.  It was sexier than I could have imagined.  I ran my hand up and down her side.  Her skin was silk everywhere, pale, ivory silk.  The little freckles on her face gave her a look of innocence that I loved, combined with her long, dark lashes, pale pink lips, and big, brown, doe eyes I knew were hiding under her closed eyelids was a deadly combination.
    I never cuddle.  Never.  I was not a cuddler but I wanted to with her.  I wanted to hold her, this little fairy, worship her, protect her.  Her breasts were rubbing against my chest and I tried to fight the morning wood I was developing.  I was well satisfied when we passed out but I was ready for more.  I wanted to take those little, pink nipples into my mouth and see her go crazy in my arms again, beg me to touch her, to taste her, to be in her.  I was keeping this one.
    Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, her long lashes tickling my chest.  She had eye make up smudged under her eyes, but it’s sexy as hell.  I could wake up to this every morning.  I didn’t see how this could ever get old.  She smiled up at me blushing a little when she realized the position we were in and I was sure she could fell my erection pressing against her.  It was hard to miss.
    “Morning,” I said .  My voice was deep and husky from sleep and desire.
    “Good morning,” she said as she blushed wildly and looked away from me.  Never had I found anyone blush so sweet, so enticing.  After all we’d done, she had no reason to blush over anything.  I liked making her blush though.
    She rubbed her head.  It had to be killing her.  Mine was.  She looked around my room like she was seeing it for the first time, probably was.  It was a mess but not dirty.  I had a queen size bed, mismatched dresser with a TV on it and night stands.  A drafting table in the