She closed her eyes, shivering slightly. “If you do that again,” her voice wobbled a little, “we may be learning to have sex on a horse … “
“Oh no — we’re going to the meadow near the top, okay? It’s romantic and planned out and everything.” He refuted with a smirk, nuzzling at the nape of her neck.
She made a purring sound of interest. “Oh, is that what we’re doing? That sounds lovely.” She leaned forward, pulling her neck away from his mouth, and flashed a smile over her shoulder. “So I repeat: can’t Buttons go any faster?”