So she needed to make this amazing. He deserved to have better memories for his spank bank.

Becca leaned in and curled her fingers around his girth, testing him. Nope, her fingertips didn’t meet—but she did have small hands. Even so, it was fascinating to squeeze him and feel the tension and heat in that big, thick shaft. “This is making my mouth water,” she confessed. “I might not be able to hold off.”

His big hand squeezed her butt tightly, as if those words were just as erotic as a touch. “Do it.”

Oh, she would. She planned on it. Becca moved forward, squeezed him again, and then gave the head of his cock a long, slow lick.

Hank groaned as if pained.

She hummed in her throat again, loving the way his hips twitched and jerked as she touched him, and leaned forward to lick him once more. He was ever so slightly salty with pre-cum, and she licked up the drops and teased the head of his cock with small circles. Her tongue played over his skin, toying, even as she squeezed and gently worked the base of his shaft.

His hand was gripping her ass so tight it was a wonder he didn’t shatter. She suspected he didn’t even realize how tense his body was, but she could feel it. He practically vibrated on the bed, a look of grim determination on his face, and she remembered what he’d said about concentrating.

As if it was a problem if he came quickly.

In fact, Becca decided that was her goal. She took him into her mouth, working him slowly deeper with lots of licking and coaxing. He didn’t fit nearly as well as she’d hoped, but that didn’t matter as long as she used her tongue to the best of her ability. She concentrated instead on licking and nibbling and working his base with slow, steady pumps of her hand. She murmured his name over and over, and told him how good he tasted and how much she liked it.

“Becca,” he rasped. “Need—”

“Do you want to come on my face or in my mouth?” she asked, flipping her hair back to gaze over at him. “You decide.”

He groaned as if in pain, and then his hips jerked and he was coming all over her hand. She squeezed him, working his length as he released. She waited for him to lie back and exhale, to catch his breath, before she got off the bed and retrieved a towel. Then she wiped her hands and gently cleaned him up. “Hank—”

The big guy grabbed her and pulled her down against him in the bed. This time, he curled around her with them face-to-face, and she smiled happily up at him.

“You might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured, thought for a moment, and then added, “Second-best thing.”