Her giggle turned breathy under his gentle sensual assault. "I like very much," she repeated, because she did and wanted him to know.
Savannah was ready to move off of his lap, but stopped confused when he said 'later'. She wanted to ask for an explanation and why not going if he clearly wanted to, but he touched her more intensely making her want him even more with every new brush; questions seemed to hard to form at the moment.
"Marty," she whispered as she buried her fingers in his hair and moved even closer to him, trying to ask with her body what she couldn't get herself to ask with with words.