<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> Just tryin' a little tenderness<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/><em>Yes! Yes! Yes! </em>The thought tore through her mind with each hot breath that rushed out of her gaping mouth into Dom's ear as hard teeth and slick, pebbled tongue teased at her chest, the only sound her struggling lungs managed to produce was a chocked whimper. Her small academic-soft hands, arched like claws, sunk into his hair and rested against his scalp. For all her years buried within the pages of rare, salvaged old-world tomes, she was at a complete loss for words as to even begin to describe the awe she felt at that feeling - which attached itself immediately to distinct scent of his hair and abrasive touch. Her face fell into the crook of his neck and the damnest thing happened: she smiled, a soft clandestine smirk just beyond Dom's peripheral vision.<br/><br/>The gentle grin receded in an instant when she was pulled back into view and it was made apparent her dearest  secret was hardly as safe as she had once believed. Sara looked upward with an altogether different nakedness in her eyes. An explanation felt in order, but before she could so much as begin to gather her thoughts, Dom was reaching down,<em>inside</em>her. A hand wrapped reflexive around his wrist, for whatever it was worth, and she folded forward, her twisted brow resting against his chest. Her physical virginity had been claimed a decade ago by a tree climbing accident, but pair of fingers merited still merited a strained yelp. The cry did little to alleviate or hide her dripping readiness.<br/><br/>A deep scarlet consumed her flesh as he made a grand display of sampler her taste. This humiliation paled in comparison of having the sweet, sticky evidence of her arousal violating her own mouth. She grimaced reflexively in protest, but the tick digit continued to hold her mouth hostage as she was returned to her knees. Breathing deep upon release, she hunched forward, palms impacting the bus floor with a dull clap. Through her fallen dark hair she viewed her crumpled shirt, then the door, her shaken mind concocting a not so subtle escape route between the two.<br/><br/>Something changed in her hapless plan when she chanced a glance upward. She fixated on his chest - not the pronounced contours of muscle that held her attentions previously, but the steady rise and fall of his breath. This changed matters. Her eyes narrowed with curiosity as she looked further up to find his gaze, and this wonder overtook her. While locked in her careful observation, she began to stand through a slow strained timidness, one unsteady foot then the other, bracing herself for heavy hands to push her back to her knees at any given moment.<br/><br/>Sara fixated on the curve of his mouth one long moment and swallowed hard, arching upward, stretching to the tips of her toes to deliver a slow, soft embrace, as gentle as it was laced with care. She tensed instinctively as she fell back on her heels, anticipating at best the lip-splitting backhand Noah to which Noah had been treated that evening.<br/><br/>