She tipped her head back and leaned forward, offering a cheek.
She leaned her head back on his shoulder and released a deep contented sigh, smiling as his hands released hers and lifted to her bodice.
When Martha finished, she tossed her head back and moaned.
He wrenched her head back and gripped her neck, nuzzling it.
His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.
She craned her head back to hold his silver gaze, a tremor of desire working its way through her.
He dropped his head back and groaned, I am living with an eternal teenager.
She dropped her head back to the blanket.
She laid her head back on his chest.
When he broke contact, Lana pulled his head back to hers, her hands skimming over his shoulders before she undid the top two buttons on his uniform.