Crap? “Are you sure you're black?” He laughed out loud. “Perri, what girl over the age of eleven says crap anymore?” He got so tickled he laughed again.
With an elbow, she shoved him in the ribs. “Looks like you met your first one.”
“Ouch! Damn it, Perri. Would you stop that shit?” She's definitely black. Just country as hell, he decided.
“Before or after you stop laughing at me?”
Rolling his eyes, he sighed hard. “Are we about to play tit for tat again?”
“Are you about to start asking dumb questions again? Because if you are—”
Kissing her mid-sentence, he swallowed the last of her words. He needed her to listen to him, and he could only think of this one way to get her to shut up.
Pushing angrily at his chest, “Dirty dog,” she hissed.
Ignoring her name calling, Barrington kissed her again, this time, more deeply and much longer until he felt her push at his chest again.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Barrington closed his eyes; his heart just about stopped beating in his chest when he heard her whimper, probably out of pure frustration; frustration that he was putting her through. “I'm sorry, Perri,” he sincerely apologized.
“Why?”
He opened his eyes and met her intense gaze, glimpsing unshed tears in her eyes. He cursed himself inwardly for putting them there. “Because I did something to make you believe I don't want you as much as I felt and know you wanted me back at your place.” He kissed her cheek softly. “For that, baby, I am so very sorry.”
Perri quickly showed him the back of her head and looked down at his hands clasping her belly. Something warm in her stirred and she felt herself soften. Then it just hurt because she couldn't make her heart harden toward him. “Why?”
“I just told you.”
“No.” She shook her head, hesitating then said, “Not that. I mean, why don't you want me like I want you?”
“Because I want you more.”
Damn. Every defense she spent much energy building against him was now useless . . . just like her trying to stay mad at him. She was eating out of his hands like a hungry hippo, and was convinced he knew it, too. Perri slowly looked back at him. “But you had your chance to have me. I offered myself to you. That wasn't easy to do. And it was even harder to have you pull away from me, Barrington.” She resented the tears welling up in her eyes. “How could you embarrass me like that?”
With the pads of his thumbs, he brushed her tears, and slowly licked away the remainder that lingered behind. Then he said, “How can I make you happy?”
“Love me.”
“I do love you, baby. I told you that.”
“Yeah, you did. You said you love me and yet you won't make love to me.” She nodded. “Yeah, Barrington, that makes a lot of sense in my mind.”
“It makes perfect sense in my way of thinking.”
“Either you have one warped sense of humor, or you're just plain cruel one.”
“Neither of your accusations applies to me; not when it comes to you.” He kissed her shoulder blade.
“Stop that,” she ordered, ignoring the sensuous fire it sent through her.
“Why?”
“Because you have no intentions of taking it any further; you're just teasing me again. I don't like it and I want you to stop it now.”
“Give me your hand.”
“What?”
“Your hand, Perri, give it to me,” he ordered.
“Barrington—”
He took her right hand in his and proceeded to place it against his chest. Smiling at her affectionately, he told her, “This is what you do to me, sweet Perri. Every time I'm near you, or hell, even when I'm away from you for months at a time . . . this is what you do to me, girl.” His look intensified as he gazed in her eyes. “I want you so bad, Perri, I can damn near taste you in my dreams, and I feel it all the way in the center of my gut.”
“Really?”
“What you mean really? Of course I mean really.”
“Why?”
“You're so damn sexy, Perri. You're like picture perfect, girl. How could I not want you?” He lifted her chin when she looked down embarrassed. “Hum?”
Perri bit her lower lip to stop it from quivering.
“Un-un,” Barrington protested. “Don't do that, baby. Let me.” He nibbled her lower and upper lip, making playful bites and then soothing it with his tongue.
She moaned inside his mouth, partly frustrated, but mostly fixated on her strong desire for him. “Please, Barry,” she panted.
“What?”
“You know.”
“Tell me what you want, Perri.”
“You know,” she accused.
“Tell me what you want, Perri,” He repeated the words deliberate and slow.
Perri swallowed hard and answered, “You, Barrington, to make love to me.”
“Why?” He kissed her neck then, like a savage beast in heat, tongued her throat until she whimpered and went limp against him. “Why?” he repeated.
“Huh?” Her brain was mush from here to yonder; she could barely breathe.
“Why do you want me to make love to you, Perri?” He pressed a soft but questioning kiss to her lips. “Why?”
Licking her lips, she tasted her man. “Are you for real? Why do I want you to make love to me?” She stared at him mindlessly.
“What's wrong, Perri?”
“I'm thinking about the best way to answer your question.” Her mind went back to his words; the explanation he gave back at her house. “I'm not an experienced woman, Barrington. I have no experience when it comes to the ins and outs of bedroom foreplay.” She blinked and dared to go on. “But I know I want to play with you and I know I want to be with you, wherever that is, Barrington. I want to be right there with you experiencing us together. Yes, I'm a virgin. But so what? Does that make me undesirable?”
“Baby, no,” he quickly denied. “On the contrary, it makes you even more desirable. It makes me wanna take you, brand you, make you mine. If I do . . . .
How could he explain it to her? “I just don't want you to think I took advantage of you when you realize you gave your treasure away.”
“You said you love me, Barrington.”
“And I do.”
“Are you planning on going somewhere?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Then my treasure will still always be somewhere near me.”
He chuckled at her childlike reasoning.
“Did you ever think about it like that?”
“No,” he admitted.
“Maybe you should.”
“I am now.” Holding her, he kissed her neck. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“What do you wanna do with me, Barrington?”
He shook his head, grinned and answered, “Make mad love to you, girl.”
“If that madness includes passion,” she shrugged, “do what you feel, baby.”
“Perri, I hope you know what you're asking me; you better know what you're doing to me. Once I start, I'm not gonna be able to stop. If this is not what you want, baby, you better let me know right now, or else, get ready to be pleased inside and out, in every way imaginable,” he forewarned.
“Unless it's with you, I'm not going anywhere, Barrington. She kissed him passionately. “So, how does this thing work? Tell me what to do.”
Shocked at her terminology, Barrington complained, “You don't have to make it sound so crass.”
Perri giggled. “I'm not.” The look on his face made her giggle again. “I'm just trying to let you teach me while I learn my lessons well.”
“Yeah?” Watching her nod, Barrington said, “Lesson one, then, don't ruin the moment with careless words.” He couldn’t fake-force a smile at this point, he was so damn hot for his woman. Then he kissed her, drawing her tongue inside his eager mouth. He gently eased her off his lap, transferring her to his bed where he proceeded to s
lowly undress her, first with his eyes then with his hands. He took the liberty of kissing, stroking, kneading every inch of her body. She was beautiful to him.
Perri thought she'd die when Barrington sought to remove her clothing a little at a time, like he was giving her time to back out or something. She wasn't going to change her mind. She knew what she wanted. Knew she wanted this man for herself. Knew she was probably not going to regret it. Knew like she knew her name she was going to make love with this man who tortured her by slowly undressing her. “Hurry, Barrington,” she called out impatiently.
“No, Perri,” he insisted. “Because it's your first time, baby, it has to be right.”
“Well, hurry up and make it right.”
He had to laugh, kissing her deeply until she was straining against his erection, which had become painful for him. He knew she was prepared to receive him in full on this particular day. Breaking their overheated kiss, he stood back, staring at her, taking her in her beautifully naked form from head to toe.
Perri felt self-conscious under the scrutiny of his intense gaze. The man is ogling me. “What are you staring at me like that for?” She tried to recover from his delicious deadly kisses.
Pulling her to her feet, he kept staring. “You are so damn beautiful, Perri.” Smiling, he slowly circled around her, his grin growing bigger when he noted the extra junk in her trunk. Damn, baby, your ass is the bomb! “You are so damn hot and sexy.”
She probably turned seven different shades, all of them said, “Thank you.”
Taking his leisurely time, he perused her body, committing every minute detail to his memory, for a sweet reminder of her when he was on the road. Then Barrington realized, for her, something inside him had stirred, bringing him to his knees as she pulled on the invisible strings of his heart. Picking her up, and this time, carefully lowering her on his bed, he knew he loved her even more at that moment in time, and sought to express it all the more as he took his sweet time gingerly exploring her body, every terrain of it.
Barrington held her naked body close to his, inhaling her unique scent and committing it to his memory; he now knew her original womanly scent and would forever be familiar with it. Satisfied he could pick Perri out from any other woman on the face of the earth, it was only then that he allowed her eager hands to undress him, however, she wasn't so slow with her hot pursuit of him, and that surprised him. But it was a pleasant surprise that made his heart first flutter, then turn over like a cartwheel in his chest.
Of course Perri along with every other woman in the world knew what Barrington's chest looked like, because he loved to take his shirt off on stage, showing off his abs of steel with pecs that demanded to be met. His six pack was always calling her name, and now she was gonna answer that call. “My turn.”
“What?”
“To ogle you like you did to me,” she clarified. “It's my turn now.”
“I did not ogle you.”
“You so did, Barrington. And now fair is fair so stand up.”
Barrington willingly complied, all the while grinning, as he stood with his backside facing her.
“Nice assets.”
He shot her a naughty look over his shoulder, chuckling, turned on by her words. “Girl, don’t let your mouth start something you not willing to finish.”
Perri shook her head. “You talk too much, Barrington. Now turn around,” she commanded.
He did as he was told.
Her jaw fell all the way to the ground, maybe from shock, maybe from pleasant surprise; could be both. She didn't know but heard herself saying, “That's going inside of me?”
Barrington laughed. “Okay,” he said, “do I need to take time to tell you about the birds and the bees?” he teased.
Perri’s eyes were like totally glued to his protruding and massive manhood. She blinked several times, and while she already knew from their many sessions of making out that he was a beautifully chiseled golden tanned man, she had not seen him without his briefs or boxers prior to now. She had to admit she didn't expect . . . well, it didn't even cross her mind Barrington was packing like that. Yeah, sure she’d felt his hard erection against her before; but feeling it and then actually seeing it in its full prideful length as he stood so gloriously naked before her was two separate things altogether. All she could say was, “That's really going inside of me? All of it?”
Barrington laughed out loud, amused at her reaction. “Don't worry, Perri, it'll fit,” he said.
She blinked several times, seriously doubting his words. “But it's so big . . . well, thick . . . and long. And I'm so,” she pointedly glanced down at herself, “I've never been broken in . . . .”
“It is gonna be all right, baby. I promise.”
Her laughter held no humor. “Forgive me if I don't rush to believe you.”
“Perri—”
“You'll rip me apart, Barrington! And . . . huh . . . I still need to sit as well as walk . . . once this process is over.” Did I really just say process? God, that was stupid. Perri knew he probably thought she was daft. Not that she had anything by way of personal experience to compare it to, but the man could probably be arrested for assault with attempt to please. And looking at him—if she actually thought all of him would fit—no doubt he'd go out of his way to please her. But come on now. She was sure he knew as well as her she couldn't open her legs wide enough to receive all he had to offer. Suddenly, she wondered how on earth he was able to sit when he was this fully aroused, and the thought made her want to laugh out loud but she wisely bit it back.
Barrington tried not to; he really did, but he burst into laughter at her dramatic antics. The fact he could see she was really serious had him laughing harder.
Perri was up on her knees in the center of his bed before she knew she moved. “What are you laughing at?” she demanded with her eyes still glued to his impressive manhood.
“Perri . . . it won't . . .” Barrington paused. It won't what? How could he explain where she would understand? He couldn't say it wouldn't hurt her with her being a virgin and all; it would hurt her the first time, probably the second time, too. He knew he needed to prepare her but he didn't want to shock her anymore than she already was. “Perri, this,” he stroked himself, “is meant to please you; it won't kill you. And I promise, baby, I won't rip you apart.”
“And I'm supposed to believe this because why?”
He had to laugh before he forced himself to get serious. “Come here, Perri.”
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
“Tell me why first.”
Barrington shook his head. However, he approached the bed to stand directly in front of her. He reached out to her, “Give me your hand, Perri.”
“What are you gonna do with it?”
“Stop being difficult and just give me your hand.”
She hesitated before slowly placing her right hand in his left hand.
“Thank you.” With his other hand he lifted her chin so her eyes were fixed on his. “Now, baby, I need you to trust me. Think you can do that?”
With a single blink, she nodded.
“Good.” Barrington smiled reassuringly. “Touch me.”
“W-what?”
Instead of repeating himself, Barrington guided her hand to his manhood. Then he kept his hand on hers as he moved her hand up and down, allowing her to stroke him. Before long he removed his hand and she was exploring him on her own. He released a low growl. “That's it, baby. Feel me; get to know me intimately,” he urged her on. Barrington thought he would die when she slowly started to squeeze him softly.
Instead of disgusted, Perri was absolutely fascinated. Especially when she felt Barrington's manhood jerk under her touch, and he shuddered as she continued to stroke him. Truthfully, though no expert as of yet, she thought that turned her on every bit as much as it did him; maybe more so because suddenly she heard herself sounding strange and feeling desperate to have him inside her.
“Barr
y . . .” she panted and didn't recognize her voice, but knew it was hers.
“Yes?”
“Hurry.”
Ignoring her order, he simply said, “In time, sweet Perri.”
“How much time?” she inquired impatiently.
He chuckled softly at her inquiry then answered, “As much time as it takes to love you inside and out, baby.” Barrington pulled back the covers on his bed and helped her underneath them before joining her. He then watched her study him with eager eyes that let him know she only wanted him, for he was all she saw.
“What?” she asked him. Perri was gonna die if he didn't touch her again . . . and soon.
Instead of answering, Barrington gazed down into her chocolate brown eyes, melting under the weight of them as they bore into his soul. He knew he loved this woman; knew he would always love her; knew he wanted her forever.
“Barring—”
He heard his name on her lips, but he swallowed her words as she called out to him, silencing her so he could take her to a place she'd never been but was so eager to travel to, wanting to explore every avenue of it; the it being his body, which he fully intended to give her unselfishly. Barrington smiled seductively at her, his intent to seduce her into awareness as he taunted and teased her to a higher level of arousal. Only when he was sure her uncharted body was fully awake did he even attempt to go deeper in his quest of her.
Little by little her body was melting under the slow and deliberate assaults of Barrington's tongue exploring her body from head to toe. He sucked her toes and she thought she'd die from the pleasure. Were toes really made for sucking? She closed her eyes as he worked his way back up her body. When he got to her inner thigh she felt him tenderly tongue her there before he moved on and did the same to her other thigh; she bit back a cry and a single tear rolled down her left eye.
Then she felt him . . . Oh my god! “What are you doing?” she shrieked. Oh my goodness! She almost jumped sky-high from his bed, but he was quicker and firmly grasped either side of her hips, holding her in place to that one spot in his bed. “Oh, Barry . . .” she cried out, feeling his mouth, tongue, even his teeth where she never dared dream she'd feel them.
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