Savannah moved so he could turn and then she settled between his legs, leaning against his chest. He was so warm and it felt perfect as he held her close and kissed her, and it felt so different now that he was kissing her. There were butterflies in her belly doing somersaults and her lips tingled from the touch of his lips.
She hadn't lied; she liked making out, and she didn't want to stop, not unless Marty made her, so she continued to kiss him, moving to meet his movements. Her fingers tangled in his hair, while she tried to mirror his action, learning what he liked, using her teeth experimentally, just a gentle nip of his lip. "I don't want to stop," she whispered as they broke away for air.