All of Ernie's noises, his moans that rumbled deep within his chest, added with his hands woven through her hair, tugging and guiding only made Hannah want to please him that much more. She loved this, giving him head and wanted to all the damn time. He deserved it, to feel so good. Even when he was directing her, or thrusting up into her mouth, it made her that much more excruciatingly turned on, actively resisting the urge to reach down and finger herself. Instead, she'd scratched her nails lightly along the inside of Ernie's thigh to cradle and massage underneath.
She'd been humming along his length, moaning after he did, fucking aching to have him inside of her. Managing to get a couple soft licks in when he'd pulled her hair back ever so slightly, gasping out a sigh being bereft of him until he'd eased her up. Her mouth wasn't empty for long, a hard kiss was what she received, deep and searching and Hannah pressed her entire body against Ernie's in the clash.
When he'd spoken though, in hushed tones about something different, her heart quickened with excitement. His eyes were bright and urging. Hannah trusted Ernie implicitly, so she agreed with a bite to his lip as she stood in front of him, letting only her panties fall to the ground, stepping out of them but leaving everything else on.
She was laid out for him; hair splayed out beneath her, shirt open to reveal her heaving chest in anticipation of what was to come, and her skirt hiked up to reveal dark pink, glistening flesh. Hannah leaned up though and pulled Ernie towards her, kissing him just as he had done moments before and whispered with a bright smile for him. "I will. I'm ready... show me."