Newlyweds
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Chapter 24: Last Dinner & Mountain Climber
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Last Dinner & Mountain Climber - 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
The maître d’ guided Ryan and Madison out of La Mer’s candlelit dining room into the warm Hawaiian night. Madison’s red dress brushed her thighs with every step, the black thigh-high stockings hidden beneath the hem yet making her feel deliciously exposed. Ryan’s palm rested at the small of her back, fingers tracing slow circles through the thin fabric.
“That lobster was incredible,” Madison said, her voice husky from the wine. “But I kept thinking about what we’re going to do when we get back.”
Ryan’s cock twitched inside his slacks. “Tell me.”
She leaned closer, her black coral necklace brushing his wrist. “I want you to fuck me in that new position from the book. The Mountain Climber. I want to feel you holding yourself above me while you slide your cock in and out, teasing me with just the tip, then half, then all the way.”
He groaned softly. “You’re going to make me hard before we even reach the room.”
“Good,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “I want you hard. I want your penis throbbing for my pussy.”
They walked in silence for a while, shoes dangling from their fingers, waves washing over their bare feet. Madison’s stilettos were already abandoned back at the restaurant’s coat check. The ocean breeze teased the hem of her dress, lifting it just enough to reveal the lace tops of her stockings. Ryan’s eyes kept drifting down.
“You look incredible tonight,” he said. “That dress. Those stockings. I kept imagining peeling them off you with my teeth.”
Madison’s cheeks flushed. “I’ve been wet since the amuse-bouche. Every time the waiter poured more wine, I thought about you pouring your cum down my throat instead.”
Ryan stopped walking and pulled her against him. His erection pressed hard against her belly through his slacks. “You’re filthy.”
“I’m your wife,” she answered, grinding once against him. “I’m allowed to be filthy.”
They barely made it back to the resort without stopping to fuck against a palm tree. The elevator ride to their floor was torture—Madison standing in front of him, ass pressed to his crotch, his hands gripping her hips while the numbers climbed. By the time the door clicked shut behind them, both were breathing hard.
Ryan clicked the deadbolt into place. “Strip,” he said, voice low and rough with need.
Madison’s fingers shook as she reached behind her. The zipper whispered down her spine. Red fabric slid over her hips and pooled at her feet, leaving her bare except for the black coral necklace and thigh-high stockings. Her small breasts lifted with every quick breath, nipples tight and flushed. A thin sheen of arousal already coated the dark curls between her legs.
Ryan watched her while he worked his own buttons free. His shirt hit the floor, then his slacks, then his boxers. His cock sprang out, thick, flushed, the head already slick with pre-cum. He stepped in and cupped her breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks.
“I love your tits,” he murmured, deliberately using the childish word because he knew it made her wetter. “They fit my hands perfectly.”
Madison reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “And I love your cock. So big and hard for me.”
They kissed hard, tongues sliding, until Ryan pulled back. “The book said Mountain Climber. You on your back, me above you.”
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