Page 56 of Mr. February

She had no response to that. When she took off her clothes, it was in the heat of the moment, so there wasn’t much time for nerves. Her insecurities weighed on her less than usual because Wade made her feel precious. Now she wanted to ensure that he felt desirable, too.

Jenny scooted to the edge of the couch and hooked her fingers into his belt loop. He allowed her to pull him closer, and she looked up at him.

“I’m really excited to be with you,” she reiterated. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had naked, and I want to make sure it’s good for you, too. I know”—she spoke over him as he argued about how much fun he had making her come—“you say you liked it, too, but it was a hundred times more fun for me. Stand still.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jenny’s hands shook with excitement as she pulled his zipper down carefully. His cock strained against it, making her task both more difficult and more exciting. She finally lowered it all the way, and he sighed with relief. The next part filled her with trepidation, but she was eager to try.

Her hand stroked his erection through the material of his briefs, and he let out a low groan that shot straight to her nipples. She cupped his heavy balls, and he jerked away to shove his pants down. A laugh escaped her when he ripped his jeans off, especially in comparison to his earlier teasing slowness.

At last, he stood in front of her clad only in a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs that outlined his erection. His thighs were at eye level, and she couldn’t resist touching him again. She stroked one hand along his leg and watched in fascination as it flexed under her watchful gaze. It was hard to believe this was all for her.

As she took in every part of this glorious man, a wet stain appeared near the top of his waistband. Her eyes widened, and her grin spread into a wicked smile when she realized his pre-cum had made its first appearance.

“Is that for me?” she asked in a throaty voice she didn’t recognize as her own. She licked her lips, and he let out a strangled noise.

“I want to see you, and then it’s my turn to taste you,” she said.

She marveled that she sounded confident and sexy, when reality was the opposite. Wade stood in front of her in just his boxer briefs. Her nipples hardened further at the evidence of his arousal, and she hoped she didn’t mess things up with her fake bravado. Her mind whirled as she debated how to proceed.

“I’m not very good at this,” she said with chagrin, “but I’m eager to learn, and I want to do better. Is that okay? I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He looked at her in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Embarrassed, she avoided eye contact. One of his fingers raised her chin.

“Jenny, sweetheart, looked at me.”

When she lifted her gaze to his, he pointed at his cock. His erection visibly throbbed as she stared at it.

“Does it look like I’m disappointed? Can we just pretend like we’re both experiencing everything for the first time? I’m not one of those guys who thinks poorly of women who have experience, but it sounds like your past has been pretty crappy.”

Jenny snorted, but some of her anxiety bled out of her.

“As long as you don’t bite my dick on purpose, everything’s gonna be good.” he teased. “I can’t come from a blow job anyway, so there’s no pressure. We’ll learn together what we like. Okay?”

She nodded and gave him a shaky smile as she scooted closer to him. More pre-cum leaked out of his dick, and he sighed with relief when she pushed down his boxer briefs.

Chapter 18: Why Don’t We Pretend I’m a Complete Novice?

WADE

“Oh, wow,” Jenny paled.

Wade was average sized, maybe a smidge bigger than average, but nothing extravagant. From her reaction, he wondered if some guys tried to mask a lack of size or skill by attacking their partner. Her ex probably thought if he denigrated her first, his attitude would ensure she didn’t notice his many inadequacies.

“We don’t have to do this,” he began.

“Don’t you dare take this away from me now that we’re finally here.”

Her mutinous expression made him chuckle.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”

“There are different levels of discomfort, though,” she said with a serious expression. “Not wanting to do a bad job at something is very different from not wanting to do it at all. Tomake it clear, I want this, but I don’t want to do it wrong and upset you. I’d hate it you changed your mind about me.”

She whispered her last few words, and Wade’s heart panged.

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