Martha grins as he lifts her up and grinds her hips against his. Her fingers curl into his hair and as his mouth reaches her breasts, she pulls. Her skin tingles where he kisses her, her brain hyperaware of each and every kiss.
Next thing she knows, she's on her back and Jack is continuing to kiss all the way down her body, eliciting desperate gasps as he does. Her hands chase him, but then he nuzzles in between her legs and she feels herself digging her fingers into her own hair while simultaneously pushing her pelvis off the bed.
"Jack!" she cries out, though it's primarily pleasure.