<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Amsterdam Restaurant.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/>The game had all but disappeared from thought, and the only thing left was the image of her straddling him, the feeling of her ass against his hand, and the way they rolled and pushed down against his throbbing length so teasingly. Oh he could not give less of a shit about the people around them, even as one or two people passed them as they walked through the restaurant and let out their little gasps, their little whispers, he didn't even realize these people existed, he could not care less, all he wanted was her. All his strength was being pushed into holding him back from bending her over that table and taking her where she stood.<br/><br/>The more her teeth sank into his neck, the more he let out small grunts of pleasure as she marked him, bit him, nearly branded him with bruises as her own. Her hand was firm in his hair, and the little jolt of pain that struck him from the tightness of her grip only seemed to excite him even more. His neck throbbed against her lips and teeth, his head tilted as per her command, and her hand made sure it stayed that way. Oh his neck would be bruised thoroughly by the time she was done, and the evidence of her hunger would be shown to all along his neck, but the mind was far too clouded with thoughts of more pleasurable things than to care.<br/><br/>Only then did she part her lips from his neck, and the purple bruise marked his neck rather thoroughly. He could not help but stare into her eyes that sparked like molten fire, the dark smirk on her lips of taunting, knowing that she was winning him over. His hands that smoothly swayed along her with her ass gripped them, now taking a little bit of a daring step of his own, he moved pressed her ass forward so that his hardened cock would be standing aligned between her legs, and another push forward had her dress pressed up into her folds, and push back his cock in the process, leaving her to straddle more of his shaft as she sat on him. She would clearly feel how erect he was just by looking at her, his hands pressing the first sway of her hips and ass in their new position, grinding his manhood between her legs with only the dress' cloth and his jeans to keep them from touching. <br/><br/>"Well I've found out...than even in losing, I end up thoroughly winning...and the gods know how fucking badly I want to lose to you this very moment." His voice was throaty, his lips darting forward to her neck, yet instead of biting his tongue escaped him, and he sensually licked all the way up her neckline until he reached her lips, and his tongue took it's second taste of the rosy pair, this time letting in linger. </span>