The way she held onto him,her hands in his hair, told him as much as the sounds that escaped her that he was doing something right. It thrilled him, knowing he brought her pleasure.
Then it was her turn, and for a moment as she took him in hand, his head tilted back on the sofa as he moaned and pushed into her touch. "Hannah..." His voice was thick, husky. Fingers tightened and loosened around her hip rhythmucally for a moment, overwhelmed in the best of ways by her touch, his brain firmly gone for the moment.