<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br/>Russell knew how much his wife loved it when his lips brushed along her neck, which is one of the reasons that he so often found an excuse to drag his lips against the sensitive skin. There was even a bit of a nibble there, teeth teasing over the golden flesh, before he soothed it with a gentle kiss. He raised his head enough to let his eyes meet her own for a moment, playful smile slipping onto his lips.<br/><br/>"Just a peek, huh?"<br/><br/>A wink as her legs opened, allowing him to press his strong frame directly against her own, hips nestled within her opened legs. His lips found skin again, this time on her shoulder. The rough bristles on his chin scraping against her flesh as kisses trailed down the exposed shoulder and over the delicate ridge of her collar bone. One of his hands has taken a grip of the top that Sabrina wore, tugging it down to give him more skin to tease. Lips tracing along where the swell of her breasts starts.<br/><br/>He would be surprised to hear those words come out of her mouth, had she not bit them back. In the past six months of marriage, after it had become "proper," they had spent a lot of time exploring each other's frames. But it was also in the same way - playful, slow, intimate. Which is how he was told you treated someone who you loved, respected -- and that is how he treated Sabrina. He had no idea that she craved something rougher, something more primal. So good she had become at keeping those needs hidden from him.<br/><br/>The contact with her skin is broken only so he can raise his arms up, allowing her to slip the shirt from his frame. Hard muscles and thick arms revealed once the shirt is tossed aside: he had spend the past six months renovating the little starting home they had bought, and all that work shows in the strong frame that is now revealed to her eyes. He sits back a moment, just taking the opportunity to let his eyes slide over the beauty trapped underneath him. The smouldering look in her eyes. The full curves that he never tired of exploring. And the glimpse of golden thigh spotted as that little skirt bunched up around her hips.<br/><br/>A shiver ran through his form at her admission. The look in his eyes told Sabrina that he felt the same away. The airport. The plane. The drive to the resort. He couldn't wait until he was able to get his hands on her, all to himself. "Well, my love....after all that, we best not keep you waiting longer." As he said it, he lowered his hand to press to the inside of one of her knees. His hands, rough with all the renovation, danced up along her warm flesh. Teasing the sensitive inner thigh, finally slipping in under her skirt. Finally, fingers find the heat that radiates from between those sleek legs, held back by only the thin scrap of fabric. Letting one of those fingers move down under the waistband of her panties, until he could brush against the swollen lips there in a slow, teasing manner.<br/><br/>Leaning down, his other hand rising to sink into her thick hair and pull her lips into his for a deep, soulful kiss. At the same time, Russell hooks his finger in the fabric of her panties, slowly pulling the fabric down from under he skirt. Shifting his weight enough to allow him to pull them halfway down one of her legs. Fingers return then, teasing at the entrance to her heated sex. A slow push to allow one to press inside the tight confines.<br/><br/>A low groan into her lips as he does, his mouth opens to deepen the kiss with her. Eyes falling shut, his head tilting slightly as his tongue slides out, pressing to the full lips of his wife, requesting entrance into her mouth to tangle with her own. A deep breath taken through his nose, taking in the scent of the room, as well as her arousal. While his touches remain the slow and gentle movements of a man who adores the woman in his arms, Sabrina might be able to feel an urgency there. Not too much, but more than Russell usually shows. Something about this place.