<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> Cumming, almost. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>Sara's eyes widened and breath caught as suddenly the whole of her weight was driving the entirety of Dom's monster cock deep inside her. She remained still, palms splayed over his abs as she adjusted to the sensation of being held in place by the impossibly tight seal between them. Her thighs were just long enough to allow her knees to graze the covers. There would be no escape from her impalement without Dom's assistance. She caught a faint glimpse of herself in the dark in the wall mounted mirror. The figure lurking in her reflection was a foreign one of soft feminine curves, pale exposed flesh, and long loose raven hair. As curious as the sinuous lines of her arched form may have been, it did little to draw her attentions from the man sprawled beneath her.<br/><br/>She saw something self- satisfied in his recline, a certain smugness in his smirk. His cocky contentment irked her - or so she tried to convince herself. In reality it simply made her want to grind against him all the more, and she did. She moved slowly at first, shifting with every stroke until at last she stumbled upon an angle that caused her to double over and sink her fingers into his chest. She murmured a few breathless obscenities as her hips began to roll at a steadily increasing rhythm, being stroked in just the right way with every pass. Uncertainty as to whether of not she could process the pleasure while maintaining a firm hold on her sanity began to settle in, but her body was moving at it's own accord now, on it's on momentum.  After a few minutes of unbridled riding, she she collapsed against his chest in a sweat-sliced mound of shaky limbs and tussled hair. Teeth and nails grazed his skin as she continued to buck toward a powerful impending release.<br/><br/>Fearful she'd be unable to keep her fevered pace, her hands sought out his and guided them toward the pink flesh of her backside. As she hovered on the brink of a body-seizing orgasm, she began to wonder if there was a proper etiquette or protocol when it came to the ebb and flow of fucking. At the very least she thought him entitled to a warning. "<strong>If we don't stop, I'll come.</strong>" She cautioned in a hurried, chocked whisper - teeth still at his chest.