Then his equipment was free and Becca got her first long look at the man in all his glory. Emphasis on glory, she decided, because he was impressively large. He was bigger than she’d ever seen—not that she’d had much experience—and instead of a slender wand, his dick was impossibly thick, a vein trailing up one side. The prominent head was a deep purple, drops of pre-cum already wetting his skin, and the entire package rested in a surprisingly tidy nest of dark hair between his lightly furred thighs.

Becca made a noise of pleasure in her throat and slid her hands down his thighs, framing his privates with her hands. “That is . . . wow.”

“Too much?” She could feel him tensing, as if he was a problem.

She shook her head. “I don’t think I’d ever use that term. Maybe . . . a ‘mouthful.’” She grinned at him. “You’re perfect, Hank.”

He gave her a sharp nod, and her heart pinged in her chest. For a man that had a child, he was acting very shy, and she reminded herself that his one week of sexual experiences hadn’t been great.

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.