It felt like they were on a water bed.
The way that the material beneath them bobbed and swayed in the wind it was the exact same as she'd felt that time they'd tested out mattresses and she'd tried to get comfortable on the waterbed as the water sloshed around under her.
They didn't go with that option for their master bedroom mattress for a multitude of reasons, but one major one was that she didn't want to get sea sick every time they made love. Undoubtedly the movements of the water coupled with the movements of her husband wouldn't always compliment each other. Plus some of the positions they tried when they were going for an intense session just wouldn't work. She needed a solid surface to grab hold of.
She hadn't thought about that when he suggested they cross this little experience off their bucket list. She'd just been excited by the prospect of shagging him while being suspended in mid-air on something wider than two inches beneath them.
There were a few stipulations she'd put in place before they were going to go ahead with it though. She'd learned from previous experiences that even with new and exciting adventures she still required a few basic comforts, and because she didn't want to have any more embarrassing accidents;
1. It had to be warm enough out
2. No inclement weather
3. They had to be warded against anyone seeing them
4. They had to be reasonably sober
5. Any messing around in the air meant they had to have a safety net in case they somehow fell.
And if all those were in place then she didn't care whether it was in the middle of the day or the middle of the night.
He'd pouted when she'd made that list up because it took some of the thrill out, but didn't argue because he was still getting to do whatever it was he or she wanted to try. She didn't care how much he pouted about it either. She was not going to relive the failed Broom Shagging incident again or anything close to it.
He'd managed to find the perfect day and location and figured out the correct wards. Harry had even gotten a larger sized Magic Carpet as well.
Ginny wasn't sure where he'd found it. The only one's she'd seen before were when she was visiting her brother in Egypt. All the one's she'd seen then were essentially single person use. This one Harry brought home was nearly the size of a twin bed.
She had to chuckle at how excited he was about this, and she hoped her safety concerns to dampen his excitement. Which was funny because it was generally him that had all the safety concerns.
She'd known exactly what outfit she wanted to wear for this since he'd added it to their bucket list.
Ah, the bucket list. It was something they created on their honeymoon. It had come up in a post coital daze after Ginny had introduced a small toy to their couplings and that little toy had amplified the experience a previously inconceivable amount. Harry had opted to try the tiny toy on himself too and had an impressive finish in record time. Then they'd lain there talking about all the where, what's and how's that they might want to try.
The Magic Carpet was added recently by Harry after they'd seen a cartoon movie where the two main characters had a romantic interlude on one, but hadn't 'got it on'. Harry had commented that that was a wasted opportunity, then promptly told her they had to give it a go.
Now she was on her back on the carpet as it swayed and bobbed with her legs wrapped around her husband's middle.
It was still a little chilly out but he was doing a really good job of warming her up. His mouth was tracing hot kisses down her neck and as far down as her v-cut romper allowed between her breasts then back up again. His hands were wandering all over her body as well.
