<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> Discovering sex. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>He been here before. His prowess was only slightly more blatant then her inexperience as she was maneuvered into a hold that told of his knowledge of her impulses. Sara wanted to lift, the grind, to writhe, and all that was denied by his heavy grasp in such a way that lead her to believe Dom knew what to expect of her flesh far more then she. There was something primal at play, she decided. Some evolutionary formula with treacherous chemistry in its arsenal had usurped her better senses and hijacked control. The inevitable pain of having him press inside her could not deter her from wanting press back into him, to feel what it what to be full. Muscles twitched and constricted against him as her fingers sank into the covers of his bed.<br/><br/>Despite the frustration of her immobility, she reveled in the pressure of being pinned, finding a sense of security in being turned on her belly. The transparent and telling expressions washing across her face would be hers and hers alone. Time slowed to an insufferable crawl as she lay there, helpless and waiting. His weight and warmth began to ease over her toward an end that was only made apparent by the caress of his voice. Sara let out a muted groan into the sheets at his agonizing withdrawal and the breath taking explicit detail of his command that had begun with the shudder-inducing mention of her name.<br/><br/>After a few long breaths, she complied, slowly turning until she came to rest on her back beneath him. Her gaze was hooded at first, fixated somewhere beneath his throat. By the time her eyes had made the journey to reach his there was no hiding the fear in them - not of him but the pain, and this transition from which there would be no returning. She was afraid, this woman who went about camp as if invulnerable (or at least oblivious) to its dangers, devising ways to draw water from soil and cooking energy from the sun, facing down venomous reptiles and serving up their flame roasted carcasses as hors d'oeuvres the next. It was ridiculous in her own mind that she felt herself capable of any task she set herself against, and yet<em>this</em>is where her courage faltered.<br/><br/>Rather then try to push and claw herself away, her arms looped under his, small hands splaying against his back, coaxing him to bring the comfort of his weight and warmth near.