<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> A less then graceful<br/>departure.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>Sara nodded in sincerity despite the chiding in his tone. It was a first in most ways, and not in others. Lonely sweaty nights had provided ample opportunity for vigorous self pleasure. Sara was by no means a sexual savant, but a little solo practice and some unanticipated intuitive talent had seen her fare better then she could have possibly imagined over the course of the evening. The compliment, no matter how smug, still inspired a bit of a blush which only deepened as he began to swell inside her once more.<br/><br/>She began to slowly rock under the sharp pressure of the fingers buried behind her hips. Her eyes slid shut and for a moment she entertained the idea of being kept in Dom's bed until dawn. The day prior had seen a successful raid which usually spelled a day or two's reprieve from the road. He could fuck her until she was entirely spent and unable to negotiate the use of her legs. The thought locked her hips into a harder, deeper grind. Sara planted her arms under Dom's, nails digging into the mattress.<br/><br/>"<strong>I should go. I have to dig...</strong>" Her quiet, strained words trailed off as her thoughts hitched. "<strong>Dig wells before morning. Before it gets too hot.</strong>" She finished through a pleasured whimper. It was easier to offer him a cue to dismiss her then to be sent away - even if the uninterrupted sway of her body indicated she was anything but eager to stop.