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Dave waited at the doorway of the hotel room for a moment while the bell-hop placed the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and drew back the drapes, exposing the lovely view of the Florida beach and the sparkling blue of the Gulf of Mexico beyond. The bell-hop returned to the waiting couple, smiling, his hand not quite outstretched.

"Here you go." Dave shoved a dollar at the kid.

"Thank you, sir." The smile showed that the amount was not exceptional, but acceptable anyway. The boy walked down the long hallway, back toward the lobby.

Dave turned to Marilyn laid one hand low on her back and looked into her blue eyes. "Here we go!" He swept the girl into his arms and carried her across the threshold.

"Ohhhh!" Marilyn gave a small gasp as her new husband's arms held her easily. She knew Dave was strong, knew what his body could do, but was still surprised at how forceful he could be.

Dave lowered her and she turned to look around the room. "Oh, this is nice! So pretty. And right on the ocean, with the beach right…" His arm pulled her in, stopping her words with a kiss.

"I love you," Dave held her with both hands in the small of her back, his body tightly placed to her, pressing in firmly.

"Dave, oh, Dave. I love you so much." Her mouth parted at the movement of his probing tongue and she accepted the mounting passion of his kiss, responding to the desire she sensed in the man, melting to him easily, naturally, her tongue pressing to his as he explored her mouth. "Mmmmmm, yes," she murmured, "yes."

Dave's hips leaned out, shoving his crotch to her. One hand glided, over her butt and he let her feel the rising hardness of his cock. "I want you." One hand slid over her left tit.

"Yes, yes. Oh, Dave." Marilyn pushed against her husband, moving her hand on his back, her hips pivoting very slowly against his body. For six months she had been his, been his lover, taken his love, and the thrill kept growing each time they were together.