The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity, but Marti felt such contentment with Jeremiah's arm around her waist.  As the elevator car comes to a stop on the fifth floor, and the doors glide open soundlessly, they step into the hallway together.  Walking toward their rooms, Marti didn't care if the whole world thought them to be lovers.  In her mind, they already were, but she craved the physical act, as much as she craved Jeremiah.<br/><br/>Stopping at her room, he took the key from her hand, and swiped it in the key card lock, and let her into her own room.  Fate had been generous, providing the connecting doors between the two rooms.  As he kissed her, and called her Kitten, and told her not to be long, her heart skipped away in her chest.  Once in her room, she stripped out of her now only damp swimsuit, and stepped under the shower head, to rinse off the salt water and sun block of her body.  She dried herself, and pampered herself with a thing layer of a body butter, to nourish her skin.  Slipping on her satin robe, and black slippers on her feet.  She wandered to the small fridge in her room, and took a bottle of water, and drank long and hard from it, quenching her thirst.<br/><br/>The other appetite, that needed to be fulfilled, was a desire so strong, she had never felt it as such ever in her life before.  She padded to the connecting door between the two rooms, and placed her hand on the knob.  She turned the knob slowly, wanting the delicious anticipation that she was feeling to go on forever, and yet wanting to be with Jeremiah, more than anything she had ever wanted in her life before.<br/><br/>Her body quivered with excitement.  Her breasts felt heavy, and the nipples were so very sensitive right now, not to mention, hard, and poking at the satin of her dressing gown.  The fire between her legs, was something that only could only be eased by Jeremiah.<br/><br/>The doors opened at the same time, and they stood there looking at the wonder of the other.  This was it, this was the beginning of their destiny, the beginning of a love story, greater than any that had ever come before them, Anthony and Cleopatra, Samson and Delilah, or Romeo and Juliet.