Sage grinned over at her, pecking her lips and cuddling up. "Never thought this would've happened," he hummed happily. Then he gave her a wicked looking grin. "And I must say, you look tastier than any wedding cake we could've had," he purred. Maybe it was a bit bold, but she was pretty, and even better than looking nice, she was his wife....and it was their wedding night. They could have as much fun as they wanted.

Sage gave her a crooked grin, leaning over to peck her lips with a light hum. "You're pretty. And I'm overly happy, and have way too much energy to just go to bed," he chirped. Then he nodded. "Yeah. Come on, you can fuck me and then change me," he mused, holding his hands out for her to help her up.

Sage gave her a grin and a nod, though his grin turned more mischevious as she flirted back. "Seems to me like you're just as happy for it to happen as me," he teased, but moved towards their bedroom happily.

Sage grinned and let her tug him along, taking the veil off her head gently and setting it to the side, so as not to break it, before moving to tug her onto the bed with a laugh.

Sage couldn't help but chuckle when she pulled him onto the bed, letting her pull his shirt off happily as he settled himself down and over her.