"Nate," Bunny said with a laugh. But it was only half a protest, when in fact she was very happy to roll onto her back again so that he could have both breasts. These were the perils of loving a charming man, who could easily woo in a number of ways: with mouth, hands, or words.
As Nate kissed his way along the landscape of her chest, he continued to talk, building castles that lived more on solid ground than in the air. Bunny smiled, letting the rolling rumble of his voice soak into her. Her own side of the conversation was little more than a few noises of encouragement, meant for both Nate's activities. Otherwise she stayed quiet, enjoying his attentions, and ran her fingers along the side of his neck, across the curve of his shoulder, or through his hair.
There seemed to be plenty more of this already, even without the dress and the ceremony. But before she could even tease him about it, Nate kissed her mouth and made her forget the very words that had been on the tip of her tongue.
He was incorrigible and she was delighted by it. Bunny traded kiss for kiss with him, unhurried but meaning each just as much the hasty ones that had come earlier. Gently snagging Nate's lower lip with her teeth, she bumped her hip against his with the aim of convincing him to flip, shifting their positions and putting her onto the the top for a while. Once she had, Bunny sat up to look down at him, tucking her hair back as it fell forward. The distance lasted only long enough for her to take in the sight of him, imprint it in memory, and then it was back to where they left off. She could stay in this bed with him for days and not mind it at all.