It did? It did! Hannah was a great baker, a great cook, and now, great at going down: two guys agreed! It actually gave her a bit of confidence to try something a bit new, sucking on the head for a moment before practically swallowing him whole. She was massaging him with one hand, and her other rested on his thigh. She loved that his thigh had soft, fawn-colored hairs all over it; it was gentle against her cheek.
Anton had gone down on her; he actually seemed to really like it, though he was truly awful. Truly. He acted like it was a pie-eating contest, mashing his face away between her thighs. It's where Hannah's faking skills had truly flourished. As she continued to move up and down, she idly wondered if maybe Neville would want to do that sometime. Would it be better? Of course it would be better, Neville was better. She thought of Megan's question--no, she wasn't in love with Neville, but here, with this good, sweet, giving man that wanted to be with her? She kind of felt this certainty that she would be. One day, she would be so in love with him, she'd forget a time when she wasn't. One day.
Hannah took a deep breath through her nose; she didn't want to pull away for something as dumb as a breath.