Newlyweds
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Chapter 15: From Falls to Sunset & Stand and Deliver to The Seashell
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15: From Falls to Sunset & Stand and Deliver to The Seashell - Ryan and Madison just got married, but don’t know anything about sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
They hiked back down the muddy trail, Madison’s legs still shaky from the intense orgasm at the falls. Ryan kept one hand on her lower back, steadying her over the slick rocks. Halfway down he leaned close and whispered, “We almost got caught with my cock buried inside your cunt.”
Madison giggled, cheeks pink. “I know. My heart was pounding so hard. But ... it was kind of hot, wasn’t it? If someone had seen us, they wouldn’t even know who we are. We’re just two strangers fucking in paradise.”
Ryan grinned. “Exactly. Makes me want to do it again somewhere even riskier.”
At the bottom a small farm stand offered fresh coconut and pineapple. They bought two coconuts with straws and a container of chilled pineapple chunks, sipping the sweet water while they walked to the car. Madison fed Ryan a piece of pineapple, juice running down his chin, and she licked it off with a quick kiss.
The drive to Ho’okipa Beach took them along the coast. They parked and walked barefoot along the sand, watching the waves crash. Several large sea turtles bobbed near the shore. Madison pointed excitedly. “Look at their shells! They’re so close.” Ryan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. She felt his half-hard cock press against her hip through his shorts and smiled knowingly.
They continued the scenic route toward Makawao, windows down, cool mountain air whipping through the convertible. Rolling green hills, cattle ranches, and sweeping ocean views stretched in every direction. Madison rested her hand on Ryan’s thigh, occasionally sliding it higher until her fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants. “Careful,” he warned with a laugh. “We still have to drive.”
In Makawao they wandered art galleries, holding hands and stealing kisses between paintings. Madison paused in front of a bold abstract piece. “It reminds me of how I felt when you were fucking me standing up at the falls—messy and beautiful at the same time.” Ryan squeezed her hand, his face flushing.
At Hali’imaile General Store they sat outside under a shady tree. They ordered the Sashimi Napoleon—layers of ahi sashimi, tartare, smoked salmon, and crispy wontons drizzled with wasabi vinaigrette—and split a single Tai Mai since they were driving. Ryan chose the Grilled Mahi Mahi with mango salsa and lemongrass-ginger cream sauce while Madison ordered the Coconut Fish Curry with jasmine rice. They ended up sharing both plates, feeding each other bites and laughing when sauce dripped onto their chins. For dessert they split the warm Pineapple Upside-Down Cake with vanilla ice cream, the caramelized fruit perfectly sweet.
After lunch they drove to MauiWine. The tour guide showed them the pineapple and passion-fruit vines, then they tasted several wines. They bought six bottles—three pineapple, three passion-fruit—and loaded them carefully into the trunk. Madison leaned against Ryan while they waited. “I want to taste the passion-fruit wine off your skin later,” she murmured.
The drive to Wailea was relaxed. Madison pulled the leftover cinnamon roll from her bag and fed Ryan bites while he drove, licking icing from her fingers between turns. They reached the beach just as the afternoon sun began to soften. Ryan spread their towels and liberally coated Madison’s alabaster skin with sunscreen, his hands sliding slowly over her narrow waist, tight muscular ass, and small firm breasts. He lingered on the curve of her breasts, rubbing the lotion in circles until her nipples stiffened under his thumbs.
“Ryan,” she whispered, “your hands feel so good. I’m getting wet again already.”
They lay side by side, watching the waves and sea turtles. Madison reached over and stroked the outline of his cock through his swim trunks, slow and teasing. Ryan groaned softly. “Keep that up and I’m going to need another round before dinner.”
As the sun dipped toward the horizon they walked along the water’s edge, toes in the surf. Madison pressed close, her hand slipping inside his waistband to give his thick shaft a gentle squeeze. “I love how hard you get for me,” she said. “My little gymnast pussy is still sore from the Ballet Dancer position, but I already want you again.”
They watched the sunset paint the sky orange and pink, then drove to Monkeypod Kitchen. They started with the famous Mai Tai topped with honey-lilikoi foam and the lobster deviled eggs. Ryan ordered the Kalua pork & pineapple pizza and the hand-cut truffle fries; they shared both along with a couple of local beers. Madison kept her foot rubbing against Ryan’s calf under the table, occasionally sliding higher until her toes brushed his crotch.
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