Mike’s breath rose in puffs of condensation before him as he sat on the balcony, his arms laced around the woman next to him, clutching onto the edges of the thick feather quilt which covered them. Sam buried her head into the crook of his neck and gave a sleepy yawn. He smiled and pulled her closer, staring out at the first rays of sunlight peeking above the horizon. They had been sat out here all night, talking at first and then just sitting, wrapped in each other’s arms, away from the noise of the party, enjoying the relative calm that the outside offered, together. Eventually the music from inside the mansion had ceased and the hubbub from within had died down. Mike was certain they were the only two left awake, something which rarely happened at these parties, he and Sam were normally the first to head home. Sam gave another tired yawn and burrowed further into the warmth of the duvet.

“You want to go inside and find somewhere to sleep?” Mike suggested, kissing the top of her head gently. “Grandpops has ten bedrooms. I’m sure one must be free.” Sam shook her head against him.

“No,” she mumbled sleepily. “I want to stay here and watch the sun rise. Besides, it’s warm with you.” He pressed his lips against her head again, smiling. She was right. It was a chilly November morning, the kind you would want to be tightly wrapped up against, but it was cozy and warm beneath the quilt and in truth Mike didn’t much feel like moving either.
Sam shifted her position and looked up at Mike, before pressing her mouth against his. He felt her lips spread to a smile as he slipped on hand from the ends of the duvet and onto her waist. She broke from the kiss and rested her nose against his, her eyelashes fluttering.

“I love you.” She murmured, her hand sliding up onto his chest and gripping his shirt. He rubbed his nose against hers and brushed their lips together.

“And I love you.” He whispered. Sam lowered her head to flutter kisses down his neck, Mike felt himself shiver in response. She knew exactly what that did to him. “You know,” He breathed, his hand falling lower to caress her thigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones up right now.” Sam mumbled something incoherent and continued kissing his neck, one hand beginning to working open the top few buttons of his shirt before sliding inside. Mike gave a groan, feeling himself harden in his jeans. Sam, taking her cue, pulled away and straddled her legs over his with a devilish grin. He adjusted the quilt around them again to shield from the cold before placing his hands high on her thighs, his fingers stroking circles under her hitched up skirt.

“Hello.” She purred, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. God she was beautiful when she was playing it coy, Mike thought, suddenly very aware of her weight and warmth bearing down on his erection.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He grinned, his fingers climbing higher on her thighs until they met the lace of her underwear. She gave a shudder and pressed her mouth against his again, her tongue brushing the tip of his. He responded with a hard desperate kiss, tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slipped his hands under her underwear and she obligingly lifted herself a few inches allowing him to explore her. She moaned against his mouth as her brushed his thumb over her clitoris before slipping a finger inside her. She gasped and bucked her hips forward, willing him a little deeper. He obliged, sliding another finger inside and curling them slightly, satisfied as he felt her wetness and heard her moan his name softly. She leant back and Mike took in her appearance, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in ecstasy. He wanted her. His body positively ached to be inside her. He brushed her clitoris and worked his fingers inside her again and her eyes flew open.