<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> Asking for trouble <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>Hearing her words through the filter of his selective hearing was enough to inspire a ghost of her former smirk, but it was becoming further obvious that her recently bright playfulness had subsided for the time being. There was a naked sensuousness in her eyes as she continued at a steady measured pace, occasionally lowering her head to graze her lips against his throat and chest, the curtain if her hair sweeping across the hard expanse of his pectorals in doing so. There was a care that bordered adoration in her gentle roaming embraces, but every so often, when mingled pain and pleasure breached the unbearable, her teeth would graze against him in a groan, and curled fingers would sink into his shoulders.<br/><br/>The trail of his fingers along her sensitive sides triggered a series of powerful shudders and sharp breaths.  Her rocking slowed to a near stop when he sized her chest, kneading her into a calm, passive state. Sara's back straightened slightly as she angled herself to get a better view of him as he played with her now aching nipples. She nodded through a foggy, hooded gaze at his rationalization in postponing her work. Quite frankly, he could have told her she needed to stay in the bus lest she be devoured by mutant scorpions, and she would have gladly lingered.<br/><br/>"<strong>I didn't know - I didn't think...</strong>" Her hushed phrase was interrupted by a now familiar twinge of pleasure, dark and deep, sent rippling through her by a tug at her chest. "<strong>There would be more.</strong>" She admitted. Her confession was vague, but she had meant to express her surprise in having him fully hard once again. Maybe she'd just seen Chris and Matt use and toss aside Noah one too many times (really, once was too many), but she was prone to the impression that once a man came, thus ended the sex.<br/><br/>She couldn't quite pin down a reason as to why, but suddenly in that moment providing Dom with pleasure felt as important as it did necessary. Her fingers slid along the ridges of his collarbone, coiled around his shoulders and arms, returned his chest, and cut a slow course down his abdomen in a search for responsive flesh. When at last her hands came upon where their bodies met, she drew a deep breath.<br/><br/>"<strong>Would you pin me?</strong>" She asked in a low whisper, too weary to be embarrassed by the request. "<strong>I like the feeling of your weight over mine.</strong>"