“Keep going,” she encouraged, raising her hips in suggestion. “Don’t stop.”

“Becca—”

She kissed him fiercely, this time being the aggressor, and he let out a ragged groan even as he surged deep into her. She clung to him as he settled his weight atop her, working ever so slightly deeper with little movements of his hips. It felt as if he was touching her womb, he was so deep inside her, and maybe it had been a long time since she’d had sex, but she’d never felt so . . . full.

“You okay?” he asked between nips on her mouth. It was like he couldn’t stop touching her, stop kissing her.

Becca could feel the tension in his big body. He practically vibrated over her, tense as a bowstring.

He didn’t move, though, just remained frozen atop her, and so she stroked her hands up and down his sides, caressing him. She reminded herself that his memories of sex were probably not the greatest—the release had probably been good but everything after that had been tainted, so she didn’t care if she came again or not, because she just wanted it to be good for him. “You feel amazing,” she told him softly. “You’re so big inside me it feels as if you’re hitting all the spots that have ached for so long.”

Hank groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. She could feel his big body shudder.

“You can’t hurt me,” she promised. “You feel good. You feel so good. Move as much as you want, as hard as you want.” She touched his face gently and then moved her hand down to his hip, then to his ass, and caressed the hard muscle there. “I want all of it.”

“Might not . . . last long,” he gritted out. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Then that just gives us more time to do this again,” Becca promised him. “Just do what feels good, what feels right.”

He sucked in a deep breath between gritted teeth, and then his hips jerked. It was a short, hard thrust, and the sensation sent pleasure skittering all through her. He was so big she seemed to feel it everywhere, and he seemed to touch parts of her that had never been hit before. Her hands tightened on him.

“Can you do that again?” she whispered, her body clenching. “That felt really, really good.”

He claimed her mouth in a rough kiss, and pumped into her again, his body fierce. She moaned into his mouth and then he was on her like a wild animal, thrusting deep and hard over and over again, as if unable to stop himself. As if his body had lost all control and he just had to release.