<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> Throwing up the white flag<br/>figuratively speaking <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>That smile lingered with her, imprinted like the ethereal light that dances in your sights after glimpsing the sun. It remained. She mirrored it too, as best as one of her limited experience could manage in a moment of short-breathed anticipation. His strong seductive presence become one of conflicted desire in her contorted reflection, but the intimacy remained. The first of Dom's requests upon turning her over was met as he relentlessly teased her clit with grazing passes. Her sex was slicked to the extent that there was no relief to be found in that light touch, and her teeth sank into her lip in a vain effort to redirect focus from the intensity of that pleasure.<br/><br/><em>More.</em>The word reverberated in a feverish echo. If Dom's advances were a raid, and her body the battle ground, the townsfolk would have clamored to run up the white flag ages ago. There was a warm surrender in her hooded gaze as their lips parted. Slowly, the muscles along her back relaxed, until finally the tension in her legs yielded, allowing her thighs to ease further apart. Her soft hands slid over the stone contours of his shoulders, meeting behind his neck as she delivered for the second time upon one of his requests and held his gaze.<br/><br/>The continuation of the sexual conquest was a mere formality. She was already his.