<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> Feeling good. <br/>Trying to remain as such. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>There was something about being made to look at him while at her most vulnerable that made her heart thunder in her chest. Her vast pupils darted between his  - even as a primal groan rose up from her core and her features contorted in a pleasure unlike any she'd never known. Climaxes had come and gone by her own hands more times then she cared to imagine, but there were a mere distant memory of lackluster disappointment when held against the waves of pleasure that rocked her body over and over, causing the whole of her to seize in exquisite agony. Walls of muscle clenched against him, milking the seemingly never ending torrent of hot seed being pumped into her body. She was amazed at how much she wanted it, at how right it felt to have that burning warmth spreading inside her. Her arms coiled around the expanse of his back and her hips splayed open to better facilitate his deep penetration.<br/><br/>The slowing little thrusts of his hips were met with her own as she rolled to meet him. Her eyelids slid shut and open, growing heavy with the wave of euphoria washing over her, but always they opened to seek out his. An awareness of just how sore she had become began to settle in to her spent flesh, but the pain seemed a trivial, inconsequential nuisance when held against the profound peace that had claimed her. Contentment. There was another novel feeling. Even as she savored those rarest of pleasures, reality began to encroach on the heady fog of her bliss. Nothing good remained in the wastes. Any kind of happiness was fleeting - a promise of impending catastrophe - sure to be torn away and twisted into regret.<br/><br/>Sara fought against the encroaching forces of inevitable disappointment come to steal this pleasure from her, tucking her face into the crook of Dom's neck as if to seek refuge there. Her breath came slow and long against his throat as she savored the final moments of his weight pressing down against her. Her grasp remained loosely about his back, and her aching thighs lay listlessly against the bad.