The Honeymoon

She brought her lips closer to his ears and pressed hard when they are both at the top of the bed, with his own body pushing her small,  fragile frame into the soft,  cool bed.

"Not yet Hary." She whispered,  the words drifted to his ears.

He stopped moving. He lifted his weight off her and his eyes drifted to her eyes that was staring back at him.  His lips stretched into a smile that reached his eyes.  He understood what she meant.

She opened her mouth to utter an apology for cutting the moment but his fingers was quick.  Before she knew,  it was blocking her lips before she could speak.

"It's okay my Queen. I know what you feel.  You want it to be extra memorable don't you?"