Our new home

"Paul!" Rachel yelled as she stood in the hallway of their new home. Paul walked in, carrying in the last of the boxes. He put it down and stood behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and pulling her against him.

"What?" he asked, kissing the back of her head. She leaned back against him.

"Nothing, I just wanted to be against you," she replied, smiling. He groaned as she pushed her tiny butt against him. He slid his hand up her shirt and stroked her skin gently.

She smiled. He span her around and picked her up bridal style. Rachel giggled.

"Paul the bed isn't coming until later," she said, kissing his neck before biting his shoulder. He groaned.

"I don't care, we don't need a bed," he told her and ran upstairs.