Taking his hand, she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.  She was as weak as a kitten, from their afternoon of lovemaking.  Jeremiah was the man of her dreams.  He was kind, considerate, gentle, and loving.  She had waited all her life to find him, and she had often wondered if there was someone for her.  Little did she know, she would have to travel to paradise to find him.<br/><br/>Giggling as he giggled, "Go out?  You want to go out?"  She asked him incredulously.  She would be content if they never left this room, ever again!  EVER!!!<br/>Here she was, in Hawaii, on a trip she had saved for, and planned most of her adult life, and what should happen, she meets the man of her dreams, her soul mate.  A man who loved her, just the way she was.  She could spend the rest of her life, with Jeremiah, making him happy, doing all the things women did for their men.  Marti had to admit, she was more than a little old fashioned, and often was ridiculed by her girlfriends for being so.  However, she would gladly make home and hearth for this man, if they were to spend the rest of their lifetimes together.<br/><br/>As she stepped into the warm spray of the shower, the water gently cascading over her body.  The feel of his arms around her waist, was heaven, and as he drew her close to him, she felt the evidence of his arousal.  Feeling his lips on hers, and his tongue swirling inside her warm mouth, she tingled with desire.  The emotions of love, so raw, that they bounced in her stomach, in waves.  The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  The feelings settled in her own sex, a throbbing pulse of need, desire, want, and love.  No other man had ever aroused such intense feelings in her.  Her pussy tingled, and her own juices mingled with the water as they ran down her thighs.  She looped her arms around his neck, and hung on, for dear life.  His kisses made her knees weak, and his touch made her nearly swoon with desire.<br/><br/>The feel of his member between her thighs, stroking gently at that tender skin, was nearly her undoing.  Giggling, as he asked what<em>she</em>had done to him, when it was really the other way around, and what<em>he</em>had done to her.  Perhaps it was more aptly, what<em>they had done for each other</em>.<br/><br/>Dancing to the music they heard in their hearts, he turned her about in the shower, so each of the jets of water had touched her body.  She placed little kisses all over his face, whispering his name between each kiss, "Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah..."  Looking at his eyes, she kissed him gently on the mouth, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"  The words were through her brain, and out of her mouth, before she could stop them, not that she wanted to, but the last thing she wanted to do was to frighten him.  They were out, and hung between them.  She could only hope that she had not ruined everything that had been so wonderful about today.<br/><br/>