<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom('s bus)<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Considering herself seduced. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>She wasn't ignorant of the mass of flesh pulsating at her back as they shifted and stretched together. Intimidation and affirmation squared off within her bounding chest, the latter just narrowly overcoming the former. She reveled in the effect her presence had on his body, even if it seemed a flaw in nature's design that she were meant not only to contain but to<em>withstand</em>him. The hands moving about her body like an estranged pair of brothers, synchronized in their passing movements but all together different in their intoxicating sensations, seemed to conspire to drive those fears from her mind and fill it only with desire. She lay back against his chest, sunken into dreamy complacency by the opiate of his touch, every pass of her aching chess another hit drawing her deeper.. Even so, she jolted as she felt him jut out beneath her, so precariously close.<br/><br/>As that final trail of warmed water cut its calculated course downward, her features contorted in ecstasy, and a first, faint feminine groan was drawn from her core. Years of silenced self pleasure had convinced her that she was wholly incapable of producing the nightly cries that filled the Coyote camp at night, and she was nothing short of shocked to feel the delicate whimper escape her.<br/><br/>With brazen curiosity she reached down, and with the small pads of her fingers, traced the throbbing contours of the hulking member protruding from beneath her. She moved with crawling purrpose, exploring smooth ridges and veins with a slow, delicate touch as if they were the subject of her latest venture in cartography.<br/><br/>Sara tried to restrain herself from moving against him, her abdomen muscles clenching desperately beneath his touch, but she yielded to the impulse to grind - to alleviate that ever growing pressure between her thighs. Her hips rocked, satisfying friction reaching all the right places as she rolled with crumbling inhibition, gripping a thigh to steady herself. The tacky sound of her wet sex sent a blush of embarrassment creeping down from her scalp to consume the whole of her face. Still she refrained from looking, but in the absence of sight only felt more acutely - to the brink of overwhelming her senses. Finally her touch reached the curve of the tip, caressed it in trembling circular passes, only the glide back to where she had begun to slick the tick base of his cock. Her hand traveled the same excruciatingly light and meandering course as before, bringing with it the warm juices of her own sex. Her head fell back against his chest, neck arching upward in hungry search of an embrace.