Harmony: Moonlit Melody
Keywords: Moonlit, Melody, Harmony:,
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The initial coming together of our bodies wasn't enough to appease the pent-up hunger we felt for each other and we were in the early stages of round three when, somewhere around midnight, our stomachs asserted themselves and demanded some attention. With Mike's body laid out on top of mine, our respective dissatisfied tummies were pressed together and must have found some way to communicate. They synchronized their complaints to come one after the other right in the middle of a slow-building kiss.
A chuckle rose in Mike's chest as our lips curved into smiles. "How about we shut them up and then get back to this?" he asked, and then tipped his head over mine to deepen the kiss, his tongue quickly dueling with mine before retreating.
"K," I answered, my eyes still closed, my legs wrapped around his calves to hold him to me, and my lips hungrily tilting under his to tempt him into another taste.
A taste that he took as our bodies shifted. My hands tightened on the swell of his ass and my hips rocked forward. He was semi-hard and growing against my inner thigh. I was soaking wet and tingling. The kiss became impassioned and our breathing labored as he rocked with me, the tip of his erection making teasing prods against my nether lips.
The vibration of sound and hollow rumble that rattled between our bodies at that point had nothing to do with passion and everything to do with need.
"Ok, ok," Mike muttered as he pulled his lips from mine. His hands smoothed the hair from my face as his hips stilled. "They are not going to go away, we better feed them something." A quick peck on my still panting lips and he rolled off and away from me.
The loss of his heat and weight was almost painful. "Awww..." I moaned and rolled toward him, my hands reaching to find some part of his body I could touch and grab a hold of. But he was too quick – or too determined, take your pick.
He chuckled as he pulled a pair of loose sweat shorts on, "Come on. Eat first. Then we won't be interrupted again for the rest of the night." He pulled on my outreached hand and slid my prone body to the side of the bed. "We'll even gather some stuff for morning so we won't have to leave the room for breakfast."
I glared up at him through my blonde hair. "A lot of stuff – like, enough for all day."
His head moved swiftly, his hand only preceding it by a moment to move my hair before his lips clamped over mine in a solid hard kiss. "Damn right."
The house was quiet around us as we put together a snack in the dark kitchen.
"I wonder where everyone went," Mike mused aloud as he grabbed two beers from the fridge.
"Tired, I'd guess. It's been a long day," I pointed out. Picking up the paper plates with sandwiches on them, I turned to him, "Back to the room?"
"Nah. Let's go up to the roof," he nodded toward the stairs.
I loved the idea. A flat roof covered half of the house's second floor, providing the equivalent of a large patio. Moonlight, the smell of the ocean, the sound of the surf, and the prospect of enjoying that romantic setting with the man of my dreams filled my heart with excitement as I followed him up the wooden steps. The potato chip bag rustled and crinkled as he shifted things in his hands enough to open the door at the top.
Low voices reached my ears as the door swung open. Disappointment insinuated itself into my enthusiasm. We were not going to be alone in the romantic setting I'd painted in my mind.
Mike looked to me, "Want to head to the room after all?"
The sound of the surf rushed to fill the night and a waft of sharp, salty air teased my nostrils. The moonlight looked inviting and appealed to my romantic heart. "We can after we eat," I offered. "Unless you want to."
His teeth gleamed in the semi-dark just before he turned and passed through the door. "Be prepared for the ribbing." A blushing smile climbed my face as I realized how right he probably was.
"Whoo-hoo! Look who's come up for air." Kevin's delighted tone warned me that I might not be able to imagine just how much ribbing we were in for.
"Didn't think we'd see you two for a few days yet." Bryan added this observation from the hot tub where he and Paige were chest deep in frothy heat. It wasn't apparent that there were bathing suits under the bubbling water and, given the fact that the two looked very cozy, I suspected there weren't.
Kevin and his current girlfriend, Sharon – an outsider to our group – were sharing a lounge chair and were bundled beneath a cream colored blanket that shimmered in the moonlight with the slight movements underneath it. All in all, I got the distinct impression that, in total, there were probably four adults, sans clothes, enjoying the night air. A flush warmed my cheeks as I paused behind Mike.
Mike, however, seemed oblivious to what we had obviously interrupted and continued to one of the other chaise lounges right across from Kevin and Sharon. "Cool it guys," he said under his breath to his two best friends as they continued to make teasing comments. He set the beers and chips down on the small table beside the chair and turned to me with his hand outstretched. "Come on, Nik. Just ignore them."
Since he thought my hesitation was motivated by embarrassment – which it was, he just had the details a little confused – I went to him to reassure him. "Maybe we should just go back to your room." Then I dropped my voice, "Things look a little cozy up here."
Taking the plates from my hands and setting them down with the beers, he pulled me forward as he lowered himself to the chair. "Cozy sounds good to me." With that, he tugged me down to sit in his lap, my bottom sinking to the chair between his thighs. My hips encountered the semi-hard length of the erection I'd been denied back in the room, and suddenly what we'd interrupted on the roof didn't seem nearly as important to me as what had been interrupted between the two of us.
That familiar heat sprang to new life between my legs and I shifted slightly, my eyes meeting his in the dark. "Cozy's good," I whispered with a smile.
Mike groaned softly and his hands tightened on my hips to still me. "Be good, or company or not, cozy will turn into something else." He urged me to turn and I did, my back now pressed against his chest, my legs outstretched between his on the chaise, and my ass nestled against his groin.
Wicked delight filled me – buoyed, I'm sure, by pure happiness – and I twisted and wiggled some more, finding the perfect fit between our bodies. His erection grew behind me.
"You are asking for it," he warned again.
I laughed. "Damn right."
I had slipped on the sarong and bikini top, leaving off my bottoms when we left the room, not thinking we would encounter anyone. Absent any barrier to contain the flow, my juices coated the inside of my thighs, and the naughty knowledge of my nudity sent a spike of arousal racing through my body. His long fingers flexed on my hipbones, the tips just inches away from where I suddenly wanted them to be so badly I almost lifted my hips to encourage their downward movement. But I didn't, and they didn't move any lower. They did tighten on me, indicating to me that I wasn't the only one the thought had occurred to.
One of his hands released me and lifted a beer to his lips. "Damn, you get to me." He muttered before taking a long pull on the bottle.
Giggling, I picked up a sandwich and my own beer, and then glanced around at the others to see if anyone had noticed our byplay. I shouldn't have worried. Bryan and Sharon were kissing in the hot tub, lost in a steam-enveloped fog. And Kevin and Sharon were whispering softly to each other, the shifting of the blanket leaving little to the imagination. With Sharon on her side, in somewhat the same position as I was, the outline of Kevin's fingers on her hip, moving up and down, flexing and molding her ass was readily apparent. As I took a bite of my sandwich, I watched her tip her head back to give him access to her glistening lips and his other hand slide beneath the cream colored fabric to mold and plumb a breast.
My body tightened, my nipples peaked, and my mouth grew dry around the bite I was chewing. I sipped the beer and swallowed hard as I watched the indentation of Kevin's fingers on Sharon's ass dipping between her legs from behind, their movement now hidden from view but not a mystery. Sharon's leg lifted slightly to give him more access and her body arched, her backside pressing into the administration of that hand as her breasts pressed to fill his other. Her lips hungrily moved under his and soft moans were rising from the both of them. Her hands were completely hidden, but her elbow was rhythmically lifting the blanket in a sharp tent over her body. The image of her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking and squeezing, filled my mind right beside the image of his fingers sliding in and out of her wet sheath.
My clit throbbed and my vaginal walls clenched on empty humid air. I must have made a sound as I squeezed my thighs together because Mike shushed me. His soft, "Shhh" sounded in my ear and stirred my hair to tickle my cheek. "Just eat, baby. Relax and eat."
I sensed him chewing behind me, his hand alternately lifting his own sandwich and his beer to his lips. Lips I envisioned on mine as I kissed the glass rim of my beer and took another swallow. His other hand caressed my hip, sliding the silky fabric of my sarong under his fingertips against my skin. He drew little circles in a lazy tempo meant to tease and torment as we continued to finish our snack and watch our friends make out.
The sound of sloshing water drew my attention to the hot tub. Paige's golden back rose from the swirling froth, one of Bryan's hands plastered in the middle of it, pulling her tightly to him. Their heads were locked in a heated kiss and his other arm was lowered. The tips of her knees rode the top of the bubbles behind his back, and his hips were moving rhythmically between her thighs.
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Keywords: Moonlit, Melody, Harmony:,