"You know what your body does to me, Louise," he murmured against her, "you know that I cannot help it."
He brushed his lips against her earlobe and she shivered against him. He traced his hand down her stomach and toward her legs.
Her breath caught and she slapped his hand again, giggling.
"We have our whole honeymoon to do this. For now, let us sleep," Louise said, pulling his hand that was now wandering over her body back to her chest.
She snuggled into his body and sighed in satisfaction.
"Louise, you know I could never have enough of your body," he sighed.
Louise giggled again.
"And I would not have it any other way," she said to him.
Not long after, the both of them fell into a deep sleep, pressed against each other under the warm covers of the blanket.
The End?