hhanon | Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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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.

“Oh God, Mike.” She moaned. Her hands dropped to his jeans and began unbuckling his belt and jeans. Mike removed his fingers from inside her and began to work on the buttons of her blouse and unclasping her bra in a hurried fumble. She planted a kiss on his mouth as she reached inside his boxers and took him in her palm with a firm grip. Mike let out a gasping moan as her hand worked the shaft of his penis. He buried his face into her breasts, littering kisses over her chest until his mouth closed over her nipple, hard with pleasure as much as the cold. His tongue brushed the skin as he sucked, his teeth grazing over her. She responded by tightening her grip and increasing her pace.

“Sam,” He muttered breathlessly. “Please.” She needed no more words. She loosened her grip and shifted herself forward. Mike wriggled his jeans a little further down so he was fully exposed and pulled Sam closer, enjoying her gasp as he slid inside her. Their lips came together again in a messy, passionate kiss as Sam began to buck her hips, slowly at first then gradually picking up speed. Mike’s breath caught in his throat as she found her rhythm, grinding her lower body into his, harder and faster. He gripped frantically at her behind with one hand, moving his own body in quick sequence with hers, while the other hand found her clitoris again and began to rub in small circles. Sam uttered a small gasping noise before leaning in and biting down on Mike’s neck, not quite stifling the moan. She thrust her hips forward, lost in the passion, Mike’s name escaping her mouth in muffled cries against his neck, as he brought her to a climax. She continued to ride him until a few moments later Mike too came, the fingers of one hand digging into her back as he cried out in pleasure.

Panting, Mike wrapped both his arms around Sam’s waist, suddenly aware of the thin sheen of sweat that was covering his face and chest. She didn’t seem to mind as she nuzzled into him, her breath also coming in quick, short bursts.

“Amazin’. Luff’oo.” She mumbled against him, all her energy spent. He kissed her hair, and looked out at the grounds beyond the balcony. The sun was almost fully up now, Mike could see the dew sparkling on the grass below.
“Hey look, sunrise.” He whispered into Sam’s ear. But Sam didn’t respond. Her breathing was soft and steady against his neck. She had already fallen asleep.

You know that noise Dawn French makes when Richard Armitage proposes in the Christmas Special of Vicar of Dibley? You know, the pfh-guh one?

I AM MAKING THAT NOISE.

This is perfect and hot and so them and wow. ♥

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex

Re: Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex

Re: Unprompted Sam/Mike balcony sex