Page 55 of Mr. February

“Thank you,” he said.

Her eyes flew back to his face. She was confused.

“Um, I’m the one who just had the orgasm to end all orgasms. Why are you thanking me when you didn’t get anything out of it?”

“First of all, thank you for trusting me. Second, I got a lot out of that. Eating your pussy was sexy as hell, and I will be reliving that for the foreseeable future. Plus, I hope you’ll let me do it many more times. Practice makes perfect after all.”

Jenny couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped her, and Wade smiled.

“Besides, it really turned me on to see you like that, all wild and free.”

He clambered to his feet and stared down at her where she lay sprawled.

“But now I need to go take care of this.”

He gestured towards his crotch and the erection that threatened to break free from his pants. Jenny frowned at him.

“What do you mean, you need to go take care of that?”

“Like I said, this was never quid pro quo. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to have sex so soon, and I didn’t eat your pussy so that you’d suck my cock. Plus, I don’t have any condoms. I don’t want you to make a decision when you’re drunk on endorphins and then regret it later.”

Jenny sat up, and her expression grew serious.

“I appreciate you saying that. A lot. But this isn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. True, I didn’t think about condoms, either, but I won’t change my mind. Please stay with me.”

Jenny smiled when Wade slowly lowered himself back on the couch. When he stood again only seconds later, she smothered a frown and forced herself to look calm. He paced for a few steps back and forth as she waited.

“You’re sure?” he finally asked after the longest minute of her life.

“Positive. Now get your butt over here and take off your pants. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you!”

Wade choked on a laugh. Jenny let out a breath and calmed herself as she awaited his unveiling. They weren’t going to have sex-sex, but there was still plenty they could do.

Her mouth watered at the prospect of sucking his cock. Blow jobs didn’t interest her most of the time, though she did her best. However, she had a feeling Wade would be very vocal and enthusiastic, and that interested her a great deal.

“Hurry up. It’s like watching someone unwrap a present, and I’ve never been very patient,” she teased gleefully as he untucked shirt at a snail’s pace.

Wade smothered another laugh, but he pulled his sweater and shirt off over his head. Jenny’s smile grew broader as he revealed more of his body. She knew he had more muscle than his profession would indicate, but she was still surprised by the amount of definition in his chest and arms.

“Wow,” she said. “How were you hiding all of that under your shirt? Are you also a superhero?”

Wade grinned again as he tossed his clothes on the end of the couch. Jenny’s eyes riveted on his crotch when he unhooked his belt and slid it out of the loops. She was turned on, but she was also having fun. When she thought about it, she couldn’t remember ever having this much fun during sexy times.

“Hurry up,” she mock complained. “You’re taking too long.”

She pretended to grab at him, and he playfully swatted her hand away.

“You behave, or I’m going to bind your hands together.”

Jenny’s eyebrows flew up as she pondered whether he’d really do it. She wondered if she’d like it or not.

“I can almost hear your thoughts,” he said with a smile as his belt joined his shirt. “We’ll save that for another time. I think tonight’s exciting enough.”

She couldn’t fault his logic, but she’d be curious about having her hands restrained for a while. Her impatience grew as heunbuttoned the top button on his pants slower than any person had ever unfastened anything. His smirk clued her in to the fact that he was doing it on purpose.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” she asked in exasperation.

“No, I’m trying to calm down,” he said. “It was one thing when I planned on heading to bed alone to take care of it myself. It’s different—in a good way—to have your eyes on me the whole time.”

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