Hanna frankly had several more questions about Hudson's... bulge... but she was almost immediately distracted by Hudson settling between her legs. There was a pleasant almost-tickle when his lips brushed her thigh. "Yes," Hanna said. She liked kissing him, and she'd liked his hand, so it stood to reason that she would like this, too — and finally her almost-clinical thoughts were driven out by the feeling of Hudson's tongue between her legs. Her back arched. She just barely had the presence of mind to be embarrassed by the sounds she was starting to make, and pressed one hand to her mouth to muffle them.

She seemed to be climbing towards something, and she squirmed on the bed as she got closer to it, finally arching her back and screaming her release into her palm.