Page 88 of Mr. February

“Don’t believe it? Feel what you do to me.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his growing erection. “Why do you think I had my coat hanging from my arm?”

“I thought you were too warm to wear it.”

“No. It’s you. I can’t stop thinking about you and the things I want to do with you. If last night was enough for you, you’d better tell me now. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“No, I don’t. I mean, yes, I mean— Gah. I don’t know what I’m trying to say except I want more, too.”

Later, he would appreciate how adorable she looked when flustered. Right now, all he could think about was peeling off her clothing and showing her exactly what he’d been plotting.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he said.

He almost lost his train of thought when her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest. Thankfully, his dick was in charge. Wade scooped Jenny up by placing his hands under her butt cheeks.

“Put me down,” she shrieked. “I’m too heavy for you to carry.”

“Don’t make me prove otherwise,” he retorted.

His comment flustered and confused her enough that she stopped wiggling, which made it easier to rest her legs on his hips. She wrapped them around his waist, and that made it even easier.

“Prove it how?” she asked after they made it halfway to his room.

“I’ll fuck you against the wall like this.”

“Eek,” she gulped.

“But I have something else in mind first,” he said.

Confident he had her attention, he strode down the hall, and she clung to him. When they reached his door, he paused for her to turn the knob.

He watched Jenny’s face as she took in his room, the laptop, the paperback he hadn’t read, his electronics and chargers piledon the small desk in the corner. Since his bed was neatly made, they didn’t have to worry about any interruptions; housekeeping had already come and gone.

He gave her a few moments to look around, but then he grew impatient. This wasn’t his space so there wasn’t much to learn about him here anyway. Once he caught her eye again, he shifted her to unfurl her legs. She slid down his front, and yeah, they were going to do that a lot more.

Wade groaned at the brief contact with his cock, and Jenny’s brow furrowed.

“I told you I was too heavy. You should have let me walk.”

“Baby, that was groan of pleasure from you rubbing against my dick. Now put your arms over your head. I’m dying to taste you again.”

Wade delighted at the flush of pink that bloomed across her face. When he tugged her sweater and shirt off, it extended to her chest. He let out another groan when she unsnapped her bra and let the straps slide down her arms.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I need,” he said under his breath. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew one pert nipple into his mouth.

Her nipple hardened under his tongue.God, she has the most responsive nipples, he thought.

Wade was a boob man, and Jenny had the best breasts he’d ever seen in person. Back and forth, he sucked and nipped at her perfect breasts until her breathing came in staccato gasps. Now she was ready.

As he pulled on her right nipple, he glanced up at her face. Jenny’s eyes were closed, her features slack with pleasure.

“Let’s move to the bed,” he said in a low tone.

“Hmmm,” she murmured.

Her eyes fluttered open as he walked her backwards and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Gently, he pushed her backuntil she reclined fully, her legs hanging on the edge so he could remove her pants. He tugged on the legs of her jeans. They were slightly damp from the snow, and he frowned.

“Have you been sitting in wet clothes all this time?” he asked.

“We all were,” she said. “That’s what happens when you play in the snow.”

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