The Honeymoon Suite

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This takes place on the first full day of a young couple's honeymoon in Hawaii/ After a chaotic couple days around the wedding and a long travel day, this is the first opportunity Michael and Michelle have to be with each other. Though neither of them are virgins, they did hold off on any sexual activity during their three years together, saving themselves for marriage - they hadn't even taken shirts off, just made out.

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“Good morning, Mrs. O’Donnell,” said Michael.

Michelle giggled. “I’m still getting used to that,” she said. “It still doesn’t seem real. It’s been such a blu-“

He stopped her by turning her head and covering her mouth with his. As he softly bit on her lower lip, his left hand started moving softly up the side of her body.

“I’ve been realizing that too, honey,” Michael said, “And you know, I think I have a theory about that.”

“You are full of theories,” Michelle said, stepping away from him slightly just so she can look her new husband up and down. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts, which were already beginning to betray him. She smiled out the side of her mouth as she admired his masculine shape – not bulky, but healthy and strong. He was a full six inches taller than Michelle.

He took both her hands, then leaned in and gave her another soft, lip-nibbling kiss. “My theory is why this doesn’t feel real. What have we been waiting for, that we haven’t done yet now that we’re married?”

Thinking of all the chaos and activity of the previous 48 hours, Michelle deadpanned, “Sit down.” They both laughed.

“Well, besides that,” Michael said. “I feel like we should consummate our relationship. You look so beautiful and I love everything about you,” he said, pulling her into him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he looks deep into her eyes and says, “but honey, after three years, I can’t wait any more.”

She smiles, kisses him deeply, their tongues lasing at each other. “I can’t either.” He runs one hand up her back, while the other slides down to her perfect round ass. They embrace and it seems, melds their bodies together. Michael lifts up her nightie just enough to squeeze her bare cheeks, while she is reaching down to the crotch of his boxers, feeling him for the first time. She was no virgin, but she insisted on waiting until marriage with Michael. She knew he was special, and this was going to be the most special time of all.

Michael kissed Michelle’s neck and lightly nibbled on her ear lobe, smelling the ocean air and her intoxicating scent – a subtle aroma of lavender and cinnamon which made some blood flow to his boxers. He was feeling a little light-headed, in fact. He did manage to notice, however, that his bride wasn’t wearing panties. Guess she really wanted this for breakfast, he thought.