Pierce
Their shirts are shed and Pierce curls over her, his body warm and flaring with heat in contrast to the cold wood bar that bites into her back. Her hands move across his chest, along his stomach and muscles, before she’s wrapping around him, hand in his hair, keeping him close. Not that Pierce will complain.
His hands trail down her body to their pants, parting only enough to slip his hands in between, fumbling with the button to her pants. “I could care less.” He admits in a gruff tone, flashing her an amused smirk before he manages to start tugging the rest of her clothes down. His hands are warm as they wind around her thighs, diving in to capture another kiss before his fingertips curve inward. Aiming to see what kind of sounds she can make, he shifts them just enough to find her heat, toying with her before he manages to work at his own pants button.
His hands trail down her body to their pants, parting only enough to slip his hands in between, fumbling with the button to her pants. “I could care less.” He admits in a gruff tone, flashing her an amused smirk before he manages to start tugging the rest of her clothes down. His hands are warm as they wind around her thighs, diving in to capture another kiss before his fingertips curve inward. Aiming to see what kind of sounds she can make, he shifts them just enough to find her heat, toying with her before he manages to work at his own pants button.
