Back in the Saddle....

I hope anyway.

Jeez it has been the busiest couple of months with real life getting in the way.

My business partners and I have been working on launching a new endeavor that is going to ROCK!  But it has taken every waking moment finishing the website and getting all the swag made and the promotional material made and whew.... I'm tired.  But exhilarated at the same time.

Believe it or not, with Finn in Toronto the past few weeks I have not thought much about sex.  Jack is sort of in love with some new girl so he is off limits and while I still have a stable I can call up when need be (I'm lucky that way) truthfully that has taken more energy than I have had the past few weeks.

Until last night.

Finn called me from Toronto.  He was getting on a plane.  He didn't know if he would have the energy to see me....

Two weeks he has been gone.  

Not enough energy is unacceptable, but knowing how I have been the past month I just said ok and to call me if he changed his mind.

By the time he was in a cab going home from the airport, he was on the phone, whispering how hard his cock was and how much it ached.

Before he had hung up, I was getting in the car.

Ache?  I knew that ache.  I felt it.

An hour later I am naked on the dining room table as he kneels between my legs, licking the insides of my thighs so lightly that I am shivering.  The cool night air comes in through the windows and I don't know whether it is that or Finn's tongue that has my nipples so hard they could cut glass.

He runs his fingers down my sides before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me toward him, sealing his mouth against my pussy lips. 

My hips move involuntarily in circles, grinding my pussy against his mouth as his tongue teases me. We both know as soon as I cum I will become demanding and need him inside me and as the tension builds in my clit, the familiar ache starts also.

I grab his hair and wrap my legs around his shoulders. He looks up at me and moving his mouth away, smiles at me.  Knowing how close I am, he starts to tease, running his fingers between my soaked folds, playing with my ring, kissing my clit and flicking his tongue lightly against it before moving his thumb over the hood. The ring moves under the skin while the bead hits the head.

My fingers go down to guide him and he grabs my wrists and stands up, his hard cock slipping inside me.

Just the head. 

Oh, so we're playing that way?

Laughing, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I also wrap my hands around his wrists, pulling him toward me.  I watch the muscles bulge in his biceps and run down his forearms.

Did I mention I love forearms?  Yeah, some guys have awesome forearms.  Guitarists have awesome forearms.

Finn is a guitarist. So is Jack.

But I digress.

I also love to wrestle for control.

I love when my partner fights back.

Finn fights back.

I almost win but eventually he has me pinned.

And as he pins me to the table, he shoves his cock all the way inside me...

I'm such a gracious "loser".