“I would say so,” Megan agreed readily. Seeing how Hannah reacted, there was no way that Megan was moving away from her neck at time soon. Using her tongue, since that wouldn’t leave a mark, she ran it along the spot on Hannah’s neck before placing little kisses there.
Her hand crept a little higher and neared the swell of Hannah’s breast. Parting her legs, Megan captured Hannah’s thing between them. She didn’t press against it yet, though the temptation was certainly there!
“You sound so sexy when you moan,” Megan breathed, her own voice hitching when Hannah threaded one hand into her hair. “It feels much better when the shirt isn’t in the way,” she moaned softly, not only referring to Hannah’s soft skin but trying to tempt her to let her hand wander too.