Reflections and a Day at the Beach

     Melody used the bathroom after Malcolm returned. When she returned, he was asleep. She drank her wine as she watched the night through the wall of windows. Gods, if there were eyes out there looking back, they must have a great show. She couldn’t help but touch her bare flesh, remembering what his touch felt like and how it made her feel. She feared that she’d want to get used to being with him. But even if she stayed, they’d agreed it would end Monday. When they left this place. Her heart wept at that because she couldn’t harden it now. The fun and games were too real right now.

    She had to remind herself that this was for the best. That she couldn’t maintain this. Right now, she was all too aware of the surrounding scents. The scent of their mingle passion lit up the room. Even after a shower, she could smell him on her body. It did things to her that made her knees go weak. Now she’d climb into bed beside him and attempt to sleep.

    When she slipped naked into bed with Malcolm, even in sleep, he pulled her to him. His shaft nestled between the globes of her bum, made her all too aware of the places that begged for it to nestle in again.

    She didn’t understand why she was so greedy for him, but it is what it is, as they say. She lay there waiting for sleep, her core again melting in need of him.

      The next morning Malcolm woke up to his usual morning wood and a willing entrance to receive it. So. Melody woke to find Malcolm settling into the place she ached most for him.

    It was long and slow. The emotions she felt tore at her heartstrings as he made love to her slowly. That was the only way she could describe it. He made love to her, slowly teasing her to the brink and, after a while, he sent her over the end along with him. He knotted inside her, and they lay quietly as their bodies accepted and enjoyed the feel.

      “I’ll bring breakfast up here. We’ll eat and then I’ll take you out on the water for a trip around the lake.” Malcolm said as he finally slipped from her and the bed.

      Melody lay there purring to herself, enjoying the after shocks of how she woke up. Birth Control. She scrambled for her purse and grabbed out her birth control and her scent blockers. Melody popped them in her mouth and swallowed them dry. She knew he wouldn’t be gone long. Panicked, she looked at the clock. Good, she took the scent blockers in time. She had twenty minutes or so before she risked them failing.

     She just got them into her purse as Malcolm returned.

     “I know how you love your morning muffin. So, I have muffins instead of toast, and yogurt with granola.”

     “Now I thought you were an English breakfast type of guy.”

     “Only if I know I’m not eating right for most of the day. Then I’ll add eggs or bacon to this.”

     “Ah, so no kippers.”

     “Not if I can help it. If I remember correctly. You eat a lot of chicken, don’t you?” All Melody thought as she tried not to wince visibly was ‘like a fox in the henhouse.’

     “I don’t know. I like lots of things, but chicken is easy to come by and the restaurants usually cook it properly.” She wouldn’t tell him it was her preferred choice, and she was a cliché of a fox shifter. It was embarrassing.

     He nodded, smiling. Clearly, he didn’t believe her. But he was too nice to say more.

     They ate naked on the bed and watched the sun come up. Whoever built the house designed and built it so whoever stayed in this room could see the sun from sunup to sundown. The colours were beautiful, and she wondered how the view changed with the seasons. “The fall colours must be absolutely beautiful.”

     “Yes, dawn and dusk during the fall is magnificent for colours. Even in winter, the view is like an old painting.” Malcolm smiled as he talked about the different seasons there. “If we plan to take the boat out, we should get dressed and go. The water can get busy sometimes and it will slow us down. There’s a place a distance away from here where we can hike and have lunch. Spend the day in nature.”

     Melody stopped and looked at him. “That sounds amazing. I won’t be long.” Picking up her purse and overnight bag, Melody hurried into the bathroom to dress.

    Malcolm entered before she got out of the shower and joined her. “If we shower together, we’ll save water and time.” With a devilish smile, he took her shampoo from her and washed her hair. His fingers caressing and touching her head, neck and back.

    “You’re cruel. We’ll never get out of here like this.”

     “I told you there’d be fun and games.” Next, he used the body wash as an excuse to touch her from the top of her hair to the tips of her toes. Her body was thrumming by then and she teased him by rubbing her soapy body over his. Suds were everywhere and bodies were slippery. He sat on the shower seat and pulled her into his lap, facing away from him. His hands parted her thighs. Fingers tested her core.

    “You truly are giving me a run for my money. So perfect. His shaft drove home now, and he pulled her along with him to new heights of pleasure. She couldn’t keep track of his hands. His shaft knotted within her, and it only made things so right, so perfect.

     After they caught their breath, they dressed. Melody made sure she put her scent blockers into her day pack. A small waterproof backpack Malcolm gave her to use. Then they were off to the dock. A boat now sat tied to the dock. They got in with Malcolm at the wheel and they were off.

     She could see why fairly quickly what Malcolm meant by the water being crowded in places. But after an enjoyable and relaxing hour-long trip, he tied the boat to another dock and helped her out of the boat and onto shore.

    He carried a backpack and a picnic basket. “Follow me and we’ll set up a base before we explore a little.” Melody didn’t know they were now standing on property owned by himself and his pack. He’d made it clear the pack should stay away from here this weekend so they wouldn’t run into Melody and scare her.

     “This looks like a magnificent spot.” He’d had a folding table and chairs setup with space for a blanket to sit on and cuddle after they took a swim.

      Normally, he kept his encounters to the cottage. But Melody, he had to see her in nature. No idea why he needed to, but he had to. Jordan outdid himself by following Malcolm’s instructions to the letter. Everything was there and ready.

     Later that day, they swam after lunch. He took his phone out, needing to record this. Usually, he didn’t record his lovers. They were just a way to blow off steam. Shifters were highly sexual, and their drive was legendary.

     Melody looked like a merfolk in her barely there bikini. The bottoms were almost just string that got lost between her bum. He loved it. With pictures of her secreted away, he joined her on the blanket. He was glad this spot was secluded because he would have torn any man apart who saw Melody like this. Gods, this wasn’t him. He didn’t get jealous of fictional people. But those breasts were on display and her bum was bare. He wanted both now, and to rend any man who got too close.