<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/>No matter how many times the found themselves like this, tangled up in one another, lips and fingers exploring, he never stopped marvelling at how passionate and responsive his Sabrina was his touch. The sharp intake of breath, the heated cries cut short by her white teeth digging into her lip. The lovely little gasp that she makes when that thick, rough finger of his first pushes past the lips of her sex and into the tight heat. It was as if he was hearing all of them for the first time again, and it made him dizzy with heat.<br/><br/>Her hips worked to pull him deeper, and he obliged. A slow push has him presser deeper into her heat, the rough pad of his finger stroking gently against her sensitive inner walls. Tugged down by her hands, deeper into the desperate kiss, he let out a sharp groan that vibrated from deep in his chest, pressed against the hardened nub that hid under her shirt. The heated sound travelled up from his throat and into her own mouth.<br/><br/>There was a bit of a jump at the unexpected grip of small hands on his ass, and the groan melted into a heated laugh. He finally pulls back from the kiss - not going far, but giving her enough room to hear his name tumble out from her lips in a way that makes his cock, already pressing harshly against the front of his shorts, leap in excitement. His half-lidded eyes travel over the beauty in front of him-- half-disrobed and writing in heat. As he does so, his finger continue the slow, almost teasing rhythm inside of her.....dragging out, before a low push in.<br/><br/>A sharp groan echoes off the walls of the hut when her busy little hands find their way to his belt buckle, knuckles brushing against the heated mass hidden underneath as she does so. A sharp jolt of pleasure that makes his body jerk. It isn't long before the belt is undone and those warm hands are able to pull out the thick length of his cock. The stress of preparing for the trip had not given them much time for each other in the few days before the flight. That, combined with the heat that rose when they were in the air, meant that Russell's shaft was fully extended by the time she was able to fish it from his shorts.<br/><br/>He stands in an odd half-lean over her as delicate fingers dance over the length, one hand resting on the bed beside her, the other one slowly pumping that thick finger into her sex. With a sharp inhale, he slowly pulls his finger from her body, pressing that hand against her hip to hold her a moment. The pressure and the harshness of the touch almost seem like that side of Russell that she desperately wants to draw out is almost at the surface. For a moment, he seems ready to pin her down and drive himself into her.<br/><br/>But, just before it happens, the moment passes. His touch on her hip remains, but softens some as he steps into her. The angry purple head of his shaft slides against her sensitive inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat before it it rests against the lips of her sex. Russell leans over her, pressing his lips to the curve of his wife's neck as hips move. The feeling of the finger moments ago replaced with the slow slide of his cock into her waiting body. Thick and ready, but still gentle and loving as hips press to her own. A mumble against the flesh of her neck, hot breath washing over smooth skin.<br/><br/>"Sabrina..."