<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Being <br/>the best seat in the house. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>He hadn't expected anything quite that aggressive out of her. Perhaps she'd been more dissapointed than she let on back there. Perhaps she just wanted to hurry up and get to the good stuff before either one of them did or said something else to kill the mood. But the mood, he decided after a few moments of thought, was not anywhere near where it should be. No, not even close.<br/><br/>Of course, being in his lap it wasn't long at all before Sara noticed the sensation of something growing against her ass. Something hardening, thickening, lengthening. And as they both shifted to getter accomodate that growth, it finally became visible to her as he pulled her behind back into his abdomen enough for it to suddenly jut up into the air between her legs.<br/><br/>A monstrous thing. Something she'd perhaps expect to see between Giga's legs, but not her own. Indeed, if she arched her back a bit just now and looked down the length of her own body it would actually look as if that thick, pulsing monstrosity belonged to her, and not the man who's lap she had claimed. As if it were coming out from her own body. The lower-most portion of her lips rested along the top of the swollen shaft, grating against it ever so faintly with every shift, contortion, and movement of their bodies.  And their bodies were most decidedly still moving, for he was hardly done bathing her.<br/><br/>One of her breasts had already been licked and sucked clean earlier of course, so the warm wet cloth graced the other with it's cleasing touch. His touch was calloused no longer. Now it was warm, wet, and soft. As if to better illustrate the contrast, his free hand moved to her other breast. squeezing it harshly even as the wash-hand caressed the other breast gently.<br/><br/>Both hands drifted lower then...the rough, sand-paper head floating lightly across her abdomen. Ghosting a trail for the washcloth to follow. Then the coarse hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and pulled her legs further apart, as the washcloth teasingly rubbed her pelvic area...the area where a child might rest someday. Maybe someday soon if this night continued to unfold the way it was right now. He raised the cloth just a few inches above her skin...and squeezed it with every ounce of his considerable strength. A warm trickle of water landed just below her navel, and gravity sent it cascading along her skin...between her netherlips where it seemed to pick up just a little extra heat before dribbling over the base of his cock. It was such a small amount of water really, but somehow it felt like a dam had broken and unleashed a deluge along his skin. He could only imagine how it felt for her.