<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/>Sabrina's smile was back. Not the forced one she had given him through the tour -  the real one, that never failed to light up the room when she graced him with it. It just made Russell's own grin break out larger and his arms tighten around her when she slipped in closer, pressing her warm curves against the solid wall of his body. He dipped his head down to allow her arms to slip in around his neck, the action bringing his cheek close enough to scrape against her own.<br/><br/>The two of them stood in the middle of the room, swaying gently as they go over the options. He was barely listening to them, really. He hated to travel. Long lines, uncomfortable plane seats. And, of course, no opportunity to hold his wife like this.  So he was soaking in the chance, having missed the feel of those warm, full curves against his strong body. He couldn't help but lean in to press a kiss to the bridge of her nose when it wrinkled cutely, one of the things that always got to him.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Sabrina's thoughts weren't on what the resort could offer them, not just right now. But that suited Russell fine. She was teasing him, winding him up. Those delicate fingers that slipped under his shirt and danced along the solid muscles of his chest. Somehow, she always knew exactly how to get him to push all other thoughts from his mind, and only focus on her. And he always loved it. His heart can be felt pounding inside his chest, tapping out a staccato rhythm under her touch.<br/><br/>His own large hand falls from where it rested on her back. Thick fingers dragging down the curve of her spine, teasing every little bump that he can feel under her thin top. It continues down, until fingers slide over the rounded cheeks of her ass. Palm pressing lightly as he tugs her in closer. His lips come down to press to the curve of her exposed shoulder. Dusting the golden flesh with light kisses which trail from the edge, along into the small of her neck.<br/><br/>A sharp groan vibrates from his lips into her skin when she mentions helping him with his clothing. A slight nod, his hand dragging over the ass trapped in that little skirt.<br/><br/>"I think so...would be the most efficient way, I think.<br/><br/>Does this mean I finally get to see that swimsuit that you've been hiding from me for months?'<br/><br/>She took every chance since they agreed to the trip to drop hint on how incredible this swimsuit looks, but never letting him see it. Another one of the wicked ways she would get his mind spinning. He was now eager to see it. The kisses continue along Sabrina's neck, savouring the slight spice on her warm skin. At the same time, he is using the strength of his body to push her back some, until the backs of her legs meet the bed. Strong arms lowering her down on to the soft mattress, and he follows. Heavy weight pressing down on her frame, lips tracing up to her earlobe.