Page 33 of Savage in the Sheets
I ache.
Her nervousness makes me smile. Everything about her makes me smile.
It takes me a minute to realize we’re staring at each other awkwardly.
“Ummm, can I come in?”
It startles her to realize she’s in my way, and she quickly moves aside.
I enter her apartment, resisting the urge to scoop her up into my arms and take her to the bedroom.
“Can I offer you anything?” she blurts out.
“You…”
Her brow shoots up in an adorably cute way.
“You’re a lot more tense than you were the other night. Are you still okay with this?”
Her shoulders slump, and she takes a seat at her kitchen table. “Something really embarrassing happened today, and I would never normally tell someone I’m seeing, but you are my tutor.”
Whatever happened, I really hope it doesn’t end up ruining my night. I take a seat and offer my support. “What happened?”
“I’ll be honest. I’ve had very little experience with blowjobs. Two men. That’s it. So, I was practicing at my desk with bananas…”
It takes me a moment to realize this isn’t the setup to a joke.
“Like, you’ve been fellating fruit?”
“Technically, there is debate as to whether a banana is a fruit, herb, or both—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go back to this banana blowjob. How did it get embarrassing?”
“Well, I was watching porn at my desk for instruction, with the volume at a normal level, trying to deepthroat a banana, when Elliot walked in.”
I can’t stop myself from laughing, and thankfully, Jenna’s laughing too.
“May I ask how the banana fared?”
“You don’t want to know.” Her lips upturn into a smile. “But you’ll soon find out.”
We burst into fresh rounds of laughter, and it strikes me how comfortable I am about this. Something about Jenna puts me at complete ease in a way I’ve never been with a woman.
Her green eyes dazzle me. They’re her best feature, barely edging out her lush lips.
And then I remember what she shared with me. How she’s never come with a man.
My job may be to teach her how to be less mechanical, but bringing her to peak pleasure is my goal. Fuck, the thought of her losing herself so completely has me painfully erect.
“Is there anything we should discuss before heading in?” I ask.
She’s quiet, mulling over her thoughts. “Protection.”
I pull out my phone and bring up an app I use to track doctor’s visits. “I’ll triple wrap it if you want, but just to soothe your worries, I get checked every three months.”
Her eyes grow round. “Wow.”
“It’s a new fad, and I figured it’s worth it.”
