That voice, that selfless pretty little voice that was all hers and no one elses. Her kisses were warm and quick and each time he tried to kiss her back, she was talking before he could get his lips to suction back cooperatively.
For a second it was a little tiny game. Bunny kissed, he tried to kiss back and he missed because she was talking - circle back, start again. But then she was pausing, asking him if it was what HE wanted and the only way he could answer was finally catching her mouth with his, firm and sure, he parted her lips with his tongue and filled her mouth with the answer.
They could shower after. Eat their fill after. Talk some after.
His hands released his tight hold on her and started working on her shirt, pulling it up with a frantic yank, breaking the kiss only for a second so that he could get the material up over her head and cast aside. He kissed her again and again but then his kisses diverted to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, tracing down the long line of her neck and biting at the perfect glow of her moon white shoulder.