Jeremiah's tenderness was something that Marti had never hoped to find in her life.  It had been something she longed for as a girl, with her first crush on a boy, whose hands she could still remember fumbling at the buttons of her blouse.  It was something she longed for as a young woman, engaged to a man who could not love her as a woman.  It was something she had given up on, as she approached middle age, and had yet to find.  Now, here, as she edged closer to retirement, did she find the man of her dreams, the one she had longed for her whole life.<br/><br/>The feel of his lips on hers, his hands on her breast, was electrifying.  It was a contrast in sensations.  His touch, so tender brought an onslaught of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.  The long, slow, sweet thrusting of his body into hers was maddeningly sweet.  Such a sweet touch could only be given and received with a heart full of love.<br/><br/>His words, "Marti, give me your soul, your inner peace, your every wish, for I shall return my own happily in reply" nearly made her heart burst with joy.<br/><br/>"Jeremiah, you have been my every wish, from the time I could think of my choice for a life's mate.  My soul, my inner peace, now knows serenity, for in your love, that is what I've found.  I will never want or need another."<br/><br/>Leaning toward him, she kissed him, with all the love and passion she felt for him, in her mind, soul, and spirit.  "Jeremiah..."