Hannah smirked against his lips, and shook her head. "No, it'll stay hot," she murmured, pressing her lips more urgently to his.
Hannah let him shift her into his lap, and her arms locked securely around his neck as they embraced. She sighed in contentment into his lips, and continued to move her lips about his.
Breaking reluctantly for air, she let her forehead rest against his, and her lips nips gently at his own while she inhaled steadily, trying to rearrange her thoughts and feelings, and wondering if she should say anything regarding them or not.