And then his mouth was on her, and it was so good. It always shocked her just how good his mouth felt on her sex. Like he’d been taking classes or something. Because the way he touched her? The way he knew instinctively how to drive her crazy with lips and tongue? It was far too good. He was perfectly aligned with what her body needed—more than that, he listened to her subtle signals and cared about making her come and come hard. That was the best thing about being in bed with Hank: he paid attention. It wasn’t good for him unless it was good for her, and he was patient enough to wait until she got there, too. They’d fooled around constantly for the last week, and while it was getting easier for her to let go and lose control with him, it still wasn’t fast or easy. Her mind started to work, her brain piling up with worries, and then the orgasm would slip a bit further away. It was just how she was. But Hank was patient and unwavering, and he loved to touch her and taste her, and he always, always made sure she came hard before he got his own. Sometimes she’d stroke his cock for him while they kissed until he came on her hands. Sometimes he’d do it to himself while he had his mouth buried between her thighs.

Today, though, he was going to come inside her, and that was the most exciting thing of all.

Becca shivered when his lips played across her sensitive flesh. She was already hot and slick, ready for him, and he made a small sound of appreciation as he tasted her. He brushed gentle kisses over her folds, then began to lick and nibble and tease, knowing that it’d make her squirm. When she murmured a protest, his big hand went to the inside of her thigh and held her down as he used his other to pull her folds apart so he could suck on her clit. It sent electrical currents all through her, and for a moment, Becca thought she was going to come right away. Her hips arched, but the orgasm fled the moment she thought about it—like it always did—and so she squirmed and panted and moved restlessly against his mouth until it started to rise again. This time, he kept up his steady chain of touches, the flick of his tongue against the underside of her clit constant and speeding up until a low scream burst from her—and her release rocked through her body.