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I took a breath. “Han, I wanted you to hear it from me. That’s all. I’m not going to do anything. I love you. I just didn’t want to hide it.”
She didn’t move. Then she let out a long, slow breath and kissed the corner of my mouth.
“God, you’re a good man,” she said. “Annoyingly good.” Her thumb stroked my jaw. “Okay. I believe you. And I’m going to say something and you can say stop at any time.”
“Okay.”
“Now it’s in the room, I’m a bit turned on by it. Not the doing it behind my back. Obviously. But the wanting.” She laughed softly, embarrassed. “I’m not sure what to do with that. Are you?”
Through the wall, a hairdryer started. Jess, singing along to it.
Hannah’s hand was back on my cock, firm and slow. She lifted the duvet and looked down at me, then at me. “You’re so hard. Is that all me?”
“Mostly.”
“Mostly.” She snorted. “Honest man.” She crawled down the bed, pushed my knees apart and took me in her mouth, one slow wet suck, and I groaned so loud the hairdryer paused.
She lifted her head, lips shining. “So,” she said. “Do you want me to tell you what I’d say if I were being really naughty? Or do you want me to stop talking and just ride you?”