by Gage Grayson
“What the fuck?” At least Laura’s able to get a few questioning words across as she laughs.
Maddie’s coming close to hyperventilation as she struggles not to fall out of her chair while she’s also struggling to answer Laura’s question.
Maddie’s shaking her now rosewood-colored face, signaling that she has no idea what the fuck’s going on.
I continue taking slow, careful steps, playing up the clumsiness for their enjoyment, and they indeed enjoy the show for a few more seconds before getting up to help me.
Maddie’s still laughing, though not quite as hard, as she takes the humongous box of chocolates from the crook of my left arm.
“Dude, holy shit.” Maddie’s first sentence of the evening is perfect.
“You know, you can do your souvenir shopping after you hit the club,” Laura notifies me while grabbing the uke.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
“You didn’t happen to get anything for me, by any chance?”
Maddie’s laughter is now just a luminous smile.
“Why, yes, here you go.”
I transfer the giant stuffed bear to Maddie’s waiting arms.
“I can stuff this guy in the overhead bin,” Maddie remarks from behind the wall of plush fabric and cotton.
“Or you could just send me the bill for all huge checked baggage.”
“That works, too.”
Maddie opens her arms and lets the poor beast fall to the floor.
“Oh, and all this other stuff is for you, also.”
“I figured as much.”
I hand Maddie the flowers, and I’m about to place the lei over her head when I hear some ukulele chords ring out behind me.
“Unless Laura wants the uke. That’s up to you.”
“No,” Maddie expresses sweetly before her smile turns terrifically evil. “It’s mine.”
Laura ignores the both of us as she begins walking back to the table and while strumming the uke―until she stops short while walking by Maddie and sweetly, lightly touches her shoulder and flashes her a brief, sweet look. A look I pretend not to see, but a look that seems to say See? I told you so.
I can’t afford optimism or delusions right now.
“Madeline?”
“Yeah, I’m right here.”
Laura’s ukulele chords are growing further.
“I…it’s been shit. My life just, well, kind of turned to shit.”
“Um…”
“Wait. When I came here, on an eleven-hour fucking flight to Hawaii, I didn’t know what was going to happen. I wasn’t excited. I was pretty much ready to give up.”
“Hold the phone, is this an infomercial?”
“Not quite. Madeline, I realize, sort of just right now, I’m realizing that my life has been shit for a long time, even when I thought I was the shit. But this week has been...”
Fuck, words keep getting caught in my throat today.
“It’s been,” I continue, or try to, “it’s just been the best. The best week of my life.”
Holy shit, did I just say that?
“Really?” Maddie looks like she’s about to start laughing again, and that’s what her tone sounds like, but she seems to get caught up at the end of the word―just like I’ve been today.
“This is why I wanted to see you one last time, Madeline. I know that it’s gonna end soon, and I’m fine with that, but...I just really wanted to say thanks. I wish it didn’t have to end, but...fuck, ignore that part. Just…thanks.”
Madeline seems touched, at least. Big tears are rolling down her cheeks, and she lets out a loud, unselfconscious sigh.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, I don’t want it to end, either. No.”
Maddie’s walking towards me. She takes the lei off and starts putting it over my head.
“No?” It seems like the thing to say.
“No,” Maddie asserts, smiling through her tears.
“No,” I state simply as Madeline finishes putting the lei on and proceeds to use it to pull me to her.
“Yes.” Madeline finishes with that word as our lips meet in celebration.
Ethan
The bellhop is more classy and discreet than I could’ve hoped for as he wheels the luggage cart full of Maddie’s gifts down the hallway behind us, somehow doing a convincing portrayal of someone who doesn’t even notice as Maddie and I stumble towards the suite door in giddy thrill while grabbing onto each other’s backs and waists, laughing and laying random kisses on each other’s lips, necks, and shoulders.
By the time I’m fumbling for the keycard to unlock the door, Hawaii’s Most Discreet Bellhop is gone. He must have that vanishing act outside the honeymoon suite down to a motherfucking science by now.
Before I even have the keycard inserted fully, Maddie and I are in the throes of our fiercest spell of ravenous making out to date. Just like in some fucking movie, we rotate into the suite as our tongues continue their feverish dance, with me blindly hitting the wall with my palm until I find the light switch.
As warm LED light fills the suite’s main room, I pull my lips away from Maddie’s at a glacial pace, sucking on her lower lip like it’s the key to discovering all that is good in the universe―because I’m pretty sure it actually fucking is.
As good as Maddie’s lower lip feels pressed between mine, feeling it slide away with a sumptuous slowness sends bolts of fiery electricity throughout my being, with the added bonus of making my cock so fucking hard that it would put that microwave sandwich to goddamn shame.
I stare into Maddie’s eyes, letting the power of their mythical beauty inspire new, unmapped sensations of heat, power, and just pure fucking horniness flow, forcing myself to take in her painfully hot features even though painful is no exaggeration and my desire actually starts to fucking overflow...but I force myself to stay locked in Madeline’s emerald stare.
That is, until she bites her lip, and for a second, it almost becomes too fucking much. She starts pulling at the lei I’m still wearing―not necessarily trying to pull me to her, but just pulling out of blind, building passion, grabbing at the flowers with such intensity that petals fall to the floor and generally just fly all over the fucking place.
Maddie’s also grinding her crotch against the front of my jeans, and I’m gyrating in kind, my cock getting a tantalizingly faint sense of the supple phenomena of Madeline’s body through her sundress and my own pants and boxer briefs.
Maddie’s had enough of simply snatching at the lei with little tugs, and now she’s using both hands to grip it furiously. She falls backwards in a purposeful, almost graceful way. I can tell she’s voraciously eager to get in a position besides standing.
We fall to the floor good and hard, our lips drawn back to being hermetically sealed, like they’re two oppositely charged ions unable to deny their ionic bond―or some other science-y shit. All I know is that I’m face-down on top of Maddie, with her arms wrapped around my upper back, gripping me with an almost alarming intensity, trying to somehow get me closer, or maybe to get us both to sink through the floor as we remain rapt in charged erotic bliss.
As I greedily tango my tongue around hers in intuitive rhythm with Maddie, reaching into her dress and stroking the downy coolness of her thigh, the ripening desire feels so good that I want it build and build forever, for eternities, as we attain new levels of excitement and exhilaration not yet known to the human mind.
Maddie helps herself to two generous handfuls of my vacation-shaggy hair, pulling with aggressive force as I finally come up for air. The moderate bit of pain mixed with the unearthly pleasure of Maddie pressing her body upwards against my clothed cock generates a hazy white flash that washes briefly over my vision before leaving a clear-focused view of Madeline’s enraptured face framed by her golden locks―some of them shining in exquisite heaps, some just flowing out across the floor in a way that makes me just want to fucking howl with animalistic desire and anguish
at beauty that I will never be able to fully comprehend or process.
Instead of howling, I’m trying to just enjoy the view for a moment, but I can’t help but notice Maddie’s eyes starting to focus and go―I don’t know how else to describe it―fucking feral. Her gorgeous lips pull back to reveal her teeth, and her nose scrunches in an amazingly sexy show of fixated aggression.
“Let me have it. All of it.”
The words just fall out of me. I’m not even thinking. I’m just wanting.
Madeline doesn’t respond verbally. Her hands still firmly fastened onto my hair, she starts pulling even harder while pushing me onto my side with the substantial force of her left leg.
I’m caught up in a tornado-like force of nature moving me and eventually knocking me onto my back. I surrender to the power, feeling the wonderful weight of Madeline’s body come to rest on top of my throbbing, starving cock―still restrained and wrapped up in my pants, waiting patiently, or not, for its chance to be freed from the pants leg just barely keeping it from popping up into its natural position.
Oh my fucking god. She starts grinding, beginning just below my waist and moving slow and easy down the rigid tent of fabric until she reaches the very tip, before moving back up again.
I hear an intense, floor-shuddering moan. I know that I’m making the noise, but I have no control over it. I also have no control over my head falling back and hitting the floor as I almost pass out from the pleasure.
Once again, I find myself flat on the ground, holding my forehead, trying to cope with the full force of what this woman does to me.
Mercifully, Madeline pauses her grinding after several roundtrips of increasing pressure. She brings more of her weight down on my dick and leans forward slightly.
“You asked for it,” she intones coldly.
I try reaching for her tits, but she pushes my hands away and grabs the top of her dress.
I’m thinking about how she’s going to tear the straps if she tries to pull it down, but my thoughts are interrupted by an almost cartoonish yell.
Maddie is channeling Tarzan with her yowl, swinging across the jungle on a vine. I wasn’t expecting to fucking laugh, but I almost do...until Maddie just fucking tears her fucking sundress down the middle like she’s Hulk Hogan or some shit.
I almost want to laugh again, but as she tosses the shredded fabric across the room, I’m immediately spellbound by those perfectly natural, imperfectly round and terrifically large orbs of wonder, held in place by a sexy as fuck bra.
My hands go up again, and Maddie hits them away before undoing and letting her bra drop onto my stomach. Before I can even register the splendor of Maddie’s naked tits, she decides now’s the time for my hands to reach their desired destination―her fingers dig painfully into my wrists as she grabs them, but any discomfort is demolished the moment she transports my hands to her heaving chest.
Maddie lets go of my wrists as I massage her tits tenderly. Her green eyes sparkle as I gradually intensify my kneading. When she tosses her golden hair and looks up at the ceiling to hide a smile, I swear to fuck, I come closer to coming in my fucking pants than I thought possible.
I didn’t think anything could feel better than Maddie’s tits in my hands―or at least as much of them can fit in my hands―but as she leans forward, her weight pushing them into my palms, I practically fucking growl.
Madeline doesn’t seem to mind. After she leans forward far enough, we share a few slow, dawdling kisses, saturated with hunger.
“My turn to go first,” Madeline whispers in my ear.
She won’t hear any arguing from me.
Madeline slams her hands across the carpet on either side of me with a pair of potent thumps. She throws her head back with startling abruptness, but nothing could prepare me for watching the massive, blond forest of Maddie’s hair flying back towards me as she swiftly brings her head back down and lets her hair rest on top of my chest. As Maddie slides down to position herself, her hair glides slowly from my chest all the way down to my belt.
Why, oh why, am I still wearing a fucking shirt? If, one supremely lucky day, I get to find out what that feels like without a stupid goddamn motherfucking shirt in the way, I will likely be able to die happy afterwards.
For the time being, I’ll have to make due with watching Maddie toss her head back up and whip her hair a few times to get it out of her face as she undoes my belt.
“I am the luckiest motherfucker in the fucking universe,” I grit out through clenched teeth, unable to keep the certainty of it to myself.
“Easy there, Eth. And take your fucking shirt off, already.”
I do as I’m told as Madeline frees me from the burden of my pants.
Ethan
The boxer-briefs I have with me on this honeymoon are supposed to be breathable, whatever the fuck that means. Despite that claim, and their ridiculous prices, when Maddie pulls my cock out into the wonderful, air-conditioned atmosphere of the honeymoon suite, it feels like my cock can breathe for the first time since we left the damn elevator.
Maddie leisurely pulls down my pants and underwear while eyeing my cock: wholly engorged, pointing somewhere towards the top of the wall behind me with its generous length, throbbing, hard, and deep violet in color.
At the same time, I’m joyously watching Maddie, the appetite in her eyes setting me on absolute fucking fire, filling me with a never-ending, superheated eruption of molten lust.
And we’ve barely even fucking started.
I’m thinking about the way Maddie’s dexterous tongue felt out on the beach…a nice, slow buildup…
Not tonight. Maddie assertively grabs the base of my dick and spits on the tip before taking a good portion of it right into her mouth. She’s wasting no time, moving up and back down again with purpose and speed, grabbing my balls with a firm squeeze, painting what feels like a frenetic fucking Jackson Pollock masterpiece with her tongue.
“MmmmMMmmmM.”
I’m making all kinds of new noises tonight, and right now, it sounds like I’m singing that goddamn Crash Test Dummies song from the nineties.
I can’t help it, and my moaning continues as Maddie throws me a lightning bolt of eye contact while steadily increasing her suction.
I close my eyes, again feeling like I’m about to fucking pass out, and try to concentrate on the pure fucking pleasure she’s providing. I feel Maddie grip my cock tight with both hands as she shifts position.
I’m no longer watching her, but I feel her slowly tracing patterns across my cock with her tongue. The sudden change of pace, and just the insane fucking way that feels, inspires an especially weird and intense hum from me.
Looking at the ceiling, I can tell I’m out of Maddie’s mouth entirely, though both her hands are working my shaft powerfully.
“You told me to let ya have it. ‘All of it,’ you said.”
The way Maddie softly delivers these words stands in stark contrast with this crazy fucking blowjob, but before I can think much about it, Maddie wraps her lips around my cock and takes me deep into her mouth, all the way down her throat.
She must know I’m about to start that fucking moan again, because she starts humming.
That’s right, she starts humming, almost in harmony, and the feeling of those humming vibrations makes me too fucking close to blow my load.
“FUCK!” I growl.
Maddie lets my cock out slowly until it’s again enveloped by the cool, conditioned air.
One hand clapping, motherfucker, runners at the corners, come on!
There’s no stopping it. I hear my come hitting the wall―and ceiling―behind me. No fucking joke.
I’m still absorbed by the ceiling’s snowy hue when I smell, hear and feel Madeline lying down onto the floor next to me.
Already, the fever of desire is beginning to retake me, my cock still rock-hard and ready to go again.
I turn onto my left side to face Madeline, whose emerald stare―now iconic in my consciou
sness―pierces me with both aching thirst and tenderness.
I softly brush away the last few wisps of golden hair from her face.
Maddie starts laughing hard, and so do I, until our laughter trails off together. Then we soak up the silence, and each other’s close presence, for a few fleeting moments.
Maddie brings the intermission to an end by brushing her fingers delicately across my abs.
“You got your clothes back, that’s fair...but the dry cleaning is extra.”
Maddie’s staring at me with conviction, and her hand is now traveling all over my abs and pecs. She’s not fucking joking.
“I’ll get out my checkbook.”
Maddie gives me a very business-like nod. The exact type of nod I’ve seen a million times in my career, the type of nod that means That sounds good, let’s move forward with that. It’s uncanny.
Maddie rolls fluidly onto her back as I inch down the floor into my favorite place to be in the world.
I move all the way past Maddie’s feet, get up on my knees and see that she’s lying with her hands behind her head, looking like a supremely relaxed and confident fucking badass. She gestures with her head down towards the area of her crotch.
“Could you get those?”
I slide off her lacy panties as I watch her try to fight a grin from spreading ear-to-ear.
Not only is Maddie unsuccessful in stopping her grin, but she also can’t stop herself from playing with her definitively wet pussy as I lower her panties down past her feet and throw them across the room.
“Hey, I’m gonna need those,” Maddie protests laughingly as she lightly rubs her clit.
“Would you like some help?” I offer.
“Would you be so kind?”
“I would abso-fucking-lutely be so kind, any fucking time you want.”
Maddie puts her hand back behind her head.
Staying where I am, I start rubbing the tops of Maddie’s feet, just the very beginning of the warmup, staying there for a good half minute, then moving up to her ankles, tightening my grip a bit, but keeping the massage therapeutic, trying to channel out every last bit of tension.
