The Moment of Surrender...

Finn signals silence with his finger across his lips as he slides his half naked body on top of mine.

There's a room full of people on the other side of the wall and we're supposed to be sleeping, which makes everything more delicious and naughty.

He lifts my t-shirt so his bare skin is against mine and I can feel his cock, pressing insistently into the crotch of my already moist panties.

We kiss quietly, my fingers running through his long hair and then running down his back to slip into the sides of his underwear, tugging at them.

Knowing we should not be doing what we are about to do only adds to the excitement felt between us.  He is biting my bottom lip and my nipples are so hard they hurt. 

Reaching down, Finn, slides the crotch of my panties aside and slips into me. I gasp and try to keep quiet as he slowly grinds his hips against mine, his shaft coming into contact with my clit, moving the bead of my piercing methodically up and over the head.

My nails grab his biceps; his kisses turn more violent as our bodies heat up.  Not daring to go faster, we dance together with common purpose and some restraint.

My ankles lock around his waist.  I pull him in as hard as I can and arch my back.  He takes my arms and pushes them above my head, pinning me down.

The mating dance, brutal and beautiful, a fight for control and release.

Hearts pounding, blood pumping, impulses firing.

Until the very moment of surrender.

Life Gets in the Way!

I hate when that happens!

I believe I speak for both of us when I say we're sorry we've been so scarce lately.

I am working on a huge writing project that is taking up most of my time. It's rewarding and exciting, though not in "that" way but is an amazing endeavor that will, as it comes to fruition, cascade into an even bigger project that (fingers crossed) will take on a life of its own.

That said, it does not leave a lot of time and energy for writing the saucier side of life.  

And Finn has been on a job site for the past week, so we're barely getting any time alone.

Booooooo......

But I promise we'll be around very soon.  We hope to get to hang out tomorrow night as I have to get back to brain storming with my two business partners on Sunday.

Just wanted y'all to know what was up!

xo

Closely....

Sometimes when I am horny, I enjoy savoring it, and waiting, in the anticipation of what is to come later. Definitely, the anticipation is a lovely addition to foreplay.

Then there are other times, like earlier this afternoon, where I need to ride my "buzz" so to speak, and if my partner is not up for sex at the moment, I will take things into my own hands, usually with him right there next to me, reading or working. That way, I'm guaranteed of getting participation from him of some kind. 

So coming back from the bathroom, I walk in, lock the door and Finn laughs. I shimmy out of my jeans and panties, but leave my t-shirt on and gathering up lube and one of my favorite friends, climb back into bed next to where he is sitting reading through some project plans on his laptop.

I drip the lube in between my freshly shaved pussy lips and turn the vibe on low. The silicone sleeve makes a whooshing sound as it slides between my inner lips and toward my clit. I linger with it on low, not wanting to rush. After a few minutes though, I am aware of him watching me. My nipples get just a little bit harder, my clit a little bit more sensitive. I love when he watches me.

The vibe slides down and into my hungry pussy. The bumps on the sleeve feel harsh against my flesh, still tender from last night's pounding. It's still good, made better by his watchful gaze.

Turning the vibe up, I circle my clit and spread my legs wider, bending my knees and pulling them up. He leans over slightly and I perform for him. My body responds and before I know it, my arms wanders across his lap and I slowly massage his growing shaft. He says nothing but leans toward me to allow me better access. He is wearing linen drawstring pants with no underwear, so this access is easy. I can feel the ridge around his head through the thin material and my mouth begins to water.

He groans his approval and in one swift movement his pants are untied and he is sliding out of them, presenting me with his beautiful hard cock.

"I need to fuck you" he growls, low and insistent. His hand strokes his shaft, the head beginning to drip.

He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, biting my hip as I flow into him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Slowly, with purpose and strength, he slides into me.

The Line

She crossed the line. I warned her that sometimes she teases just a bit too much.

Did she listen to me? No, of course not. She got that haughty look she gets and wiggled her hips at me, taunting and just begging me to take her down a notch.

When she was naked on the bed, and I was grinding my cock into her while biting her neck, she bit her lip but she didn't give in.

I wrapped my arm around her from behind and slid my hand down to play with her clit as I slowed my movements. We rocked together as the head of my cock pushed against the walls of her velvet cunt.

She gasped as I hit the right spot and I continued until she was stretching out, pulling away, hanging onto the edge of the bed, free falling into one helluva climax.

I was brutal, pounding into her as I pulled her hair, kissed her mouth fiercely.

Finally her hand went up.

Was it surrender?

Hardly.

She brought it around to grab my ass.

James...

... continues his work until Finn and I both start thrusting our hips toward his mouth.

"Get on the bed" I command and James is off his knees and lays down on his back on the bed, his own hard cock reaching out toward his hand.  He hesitates, and waits for me to nod before gripping it. 

I remember back to the first time I fucked him. How he was one of the boys who didn't want to be facing me when I popped his cherry. And even though I made sure he understood I wanted him facing me, I agreed to start with his back to me.  Looking down at him now, on his back, wrapping his long legs around me, pulling me toward him, I have to smile.

And snap open the bottle of lube with one hand.

Slowly he takes me in. I don't rush, begin to push, pull back slightly, feel him relax...

I wrap my arms around his thighs as he closes his eyes and grips his cock.  Finn watches, spellbound, as I pull James to me and his legs close even tighter around me. I know he is looking for space somewhere between us, but there is none.

He comes around behind me, moving slowly as if he isn't sure I will allow him to watch and places his hands on my hips.

I feel the urge to smack him away, but decide to let his hands stay as long as he doesn't try to guide me.  In my cock-possessing dominant brain I am hoping he gets this, but can't take the time, nor do I care to express it.  Finn will have to fend for himself if I strike.

As I fuck James harder, the sweat begins on my neck and between my breasts.  It is not for strength or work that I perspire, it is for possession. If I were standing completely still, it would begin to seep from my pores.

As soon as control is rendered to me.  Johnny used to consider it marking my territory; my own pheromone.

Finn's hands move from my hips as if burned. He moves my hair out of my face and I snap my head back. 

Turning through tendrils of blonde I smile, savagely.

"Go on, Finn..." I say in what I recall later as almost a sneer...

"Fuck his mouth."