He was still wound up from the shared delights of the salty encounter of love in paradise as they rode up in the elevator, and then the hallway, and especially when she kicked off her sandals and threw her arms around his neck.  Her lips found his, her tongue danced across his lower lip and he returned with his own tendril to rake across her upper one.  The kiss was charged with the same electricity they had shared only minutes ago in the blue waters of the Pacific…his groans were low in volume, but high in zeal.<br/><br/>By the time their lips parted he was panting again, and  though he wasn’t sure he could find another erection possible, the feeling of filling was in its early stages and he smiled when she said she wanted a shower, and his teeth rather glowed behind his smile as she suggested he join her. He nodded his acceptance of the idea and slipped his arms around her waist for one kiss below her ear before they adjourned to yet another watery time of sensual…if not sexual pleasures…he did not try to force anything, for everything was just perfect what ever they did, so long as it was with each other.<br/><br/>When the water temperature was just right he stepped into the shower, she followed as he held out his hand for her to join him…this time it was his turn to make the invitation.  The water streamed deliciously across them and again his arms went around her…his voice came as barely a whisper above the sounds of the water hitting the sides and floor of the tub, but enough so she could hear him say “This must be a dream Marti, a dream that I don’t want to ever end…”<br/>