Then she felt little tremors in her lower belly, like her body was teetering on the verge of being electrocuted and it was enough to scare her.
As if sensing her fear, Barrington removed his tongue and mouth long enough to say, “It's all right, Perri, it's just your body responding its pleasure. Relax your body. Relax all of your muscles. Concentrate on the way I’m making you feel; let your body talk for you and know that it is my tongue inside your wet core.” Then just like that, he picked back up where he left off.
Again . . . Perri almost leapt in the air.
Again . . . he firmly held her hips in place.
Perri felt like curling her toes, or pulling her hair or his hair, anything to cope with the pressure, sweet as it was, building inside her. She lost track of where she was, suddenly time and space didn't matter. Perri only felt Barrington doing wonderful, and what she assumed had to be sinful things to her with his mouth, teeth, and well-placed tongue. It was pure torture to be still, but she enjoyed every second of it, however sinful it may be. She didn't know, wasn't sure; didn't care. All that mattered was Barrington, and my, oh my, how he was surely pleasing her and teasing her at the same time. Perri wanted more as her moans became louder and she fisted her hands through his hair, pushing his head closer while her hips ground against his face and mouth.
“Barry . . .” her body convulsed again.
Barrington continued to suckle, tease, and lick her tight, wet sex.
Perri’s body convulsed again.
Barrington continued to drink her juices, swallowing every drip-drop she released into his eager mouth as if it were a fountain where he sought to quench his growing thirst.
Before Perri could catch her breath enough to recover, her body convulsed once more.
Only then, did a satisfied Barrington, release his grip on her hips, withdrawing his tongue and removing his mouth from her heated and extremely wet core.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly.
His voice was so gentle, Perri couldn't help crying as it caressed her soul, washed over her body, and finally, settled within her heart.
“No,” she answered truthfully, wondering if she'd ever be okay again. She didn't want it to end. It felt so good . . . so right in his arms, and she wanted to stay in them forever.
Sensing her need, on cue, Barrington held Perri a long time.
“So,” she smiled, “that's called 'making love'?”
He chuckled. “That's just one form of making love, Perri.”
Surprised, she eagerly said, “You mean there's more?”
He laughed out loud. “Yes, there's more.”
“How much more?” she wanted to know.
“A lot more; a lot better.”
“So . . .”
“So?”
“So, what are we waiting for?” she whined, eager to find out what more was in store. Because if it was anything like she just experienced she might not survive it. Just then, Perri felt Barrington's finger playing with the center of her core, revealing her secrets to him as he slowly slipped two fingers inside and tortured her with the same slow and agonizing pattern as he'd done with his mouth and, just like his tongue, his fingers were well-placed, too. She felt that slow rumble in her belly building up, ready to resurface at any given moment; she knew he felt it, too, because he sped up the friction of his two fingers working inside her.
“Barry . . .” she cried out under the tremors of her body.
Letting her recover strength in his arms, Barrington held Perri for a long time then, too. For him it was a great exercise in patience because he was wrestling with his body’s desire to be buried deep inside her right now. But this was his baby’s first time and he wanted Perri to be able to remember it with pleasure even when they were old, gray, and married for fifty-five years. And he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that this woman would be his wife someday.
“So, that's the more,” Perri quietly observed.
Barrington chuckled, thinking she was so funny. “No, baby, that's just another form of making love.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
Barrington shook his head and laughed out loud. “Nope, I'm totally serious, Perri.”
Already feeling the world was hers, she said, “When do we get to the end?”
Smiling, Barrington replied, “There is no end, Perri. There's just a form better then the first two you just experienced. It does get better,” he assured her.
“How come in all the times we made out you never did those things to me before now?”
“Because I knew where that was going to lead and I didn’t think you were ready to go all the way with me yet,” Barrington answered honestly. “I love you so I wasn’t going to rush you.”
“You should have asked me,” she said serious, “because I’m thinking I would have liked doing this with you before.”
Barrington groaned. “Now you tell me,” he slapped her ass lightly.
She giggled. “Can I handle the rest of what you’re going to give me?”
“You're about to find out.” Barrington kissed her long, hard, and hungrily as he demanded more of her mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking what else he planned on doing to her.
Perri opened to him never dreaming of holding back on him, giving him as good as she got from him.
“What are you doing?” she asked when he let her catch her breath.
He chuckled. “Making love to your mouth; this is what it'll be like when I make love to your body, as I’m moving inside of you,” he explained and repeated the pattern over again.
Perri was mesmerized by his words; they were hypnotic and potent, and she felt exotically at ease with him. She gasped, realizing he'd moved forward on his quest to know her intimately. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling him caress her breast, squeeze, and tease her nipples.
Barrington gazed longingly at her breasts. “I want to taste you.” He lowered his mouth to her nipples, teasing, prodding, nipping and soothing with his tongue. He offered equal time and attention to her twin breast, repeating the same pattern.
Perri didn't think she could take anymore, and feeling the urgent ache of her wet core confirmed it for her. “Please, Barry . . . please . . .”
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
“When?” she whined, feeling delirious with wanton need. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“At the appointed time; after I'm done nurturing my friends the twins here.” Barrington shushed her with his tongue gliding smoothly between the center that separated her breasts one from the other while stroking her breasts with his hands. When she cried her pleasure he created a path of kisses that started at her breastbone and descended down to her navel, dipped his tongue inside, swirling it around until he'd tasted every inch of it, making her cry out her pleasure again. Though he'd tried to be careful not letting his erection touch her yet, he was now solid and hard as a rock, unable to avoid contact with her skin; he moaned his pleasure when his cock jumped and touched the folds of her feminine core.
He tried to remember it was her first time as he placed a knee between her thighs which she fully opened to him and he intimately pressed his thigh against her. Barrington didn't want to but for her sake alone said, “It's not too late to stop me, Perri.” The last thing he wanted to do was stop, but for her, if she said stop, he would.
She couldn't speak, only hearing a purring, not realizing it was her.
Chapter Four
When it was apparent she wasn't going to stop him, Barrington said, “Perri, this is important. I need you to listen to me, okay?”
She could only nod her understanding.
“I'm about to enter you,” he explained, “and, baby, this is going to hurt a little once I'm inside you.” He kissed her lips softly. “Did you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wondering what a little meant.
“I'll be as gentle as I can, Perri, but I won't be able to help the pain you feel,” he tried
to explain again.
Now, wondering what he meant by pain, she nodded and waited. Her eyes were still closed; she wanted him inside her. She heard him open a drawer, fumble inside it. She heard him tearing something. She could feel his heat against her heat, further melting her, but he wasn't inside her yet, hadn't even tried. Why was he taking so long?
Being careful, as gentle and slowly as he could, Barrington eased inside Perri. He stopped, giving her time to get used to the feel of him so far. Then he eased inside her a little more. Stopped and gave her time to accommodate him. Feeling her legs part more for him, he encouraged her, “That's it, sweet Perri, open for me, baby.” By now he was up against her virgin barrier. Cradling her hips, he thrust forward breaking the barrier of her safely guarded shield. He cursed himself inwardly when she cried out in pain. He didn't dare move until she gave him the okay.
Prepared as Perri thought she were from his warning, she couldn't help the cry that escaped her throat, forcing her eyes open. That's why he took so long! She knew it the moment chocolate brown eyes met yellow-green eyes.
“I'm sorry, baby.”
She stared at him, wanting to assure him it was okay, but couldn't speak, feeling the burning sensation ricochet throughout her core. Then almost just as quickly it settled into a dull ache, followed by an immediate feeling of need.
Barrington couldn't stand seeing that pained look in her eyes, knowing it was he who'd put it there. He cursed himself inwardly. “I'll pull out.” He attempted to but, to his surprise and he knew hers too, Perri tightened her vaginal muscles down on his solid manhood. Figuring she just didn't understand what that was doing to him, how crazy with need it was making him, and how close to the edge she was pushing him, he tried again to pull out. Again, she tightened on him, trapping his cock inside of her. Now, he didn't mind being her hostage; but he wasn't going to take advantage of the situation with her lack of experience. Even though she felt good locked around him, he tried a third time to withdraw himself from her. This time, she wiggled beneath him. That was just about his undoing.
“Perri, don't do that . . .” Barrington ordered.
Confused, she asked, “Don't do what?”
“That . . . what you just did,” he said as if that explained it.
She shifted underneath his weight. “I’m sure I don't know what you're talking about.”
Barrington cursed under his breath. “Perri, be still.”
“Why?” She wiggled again.
“Would you . . . just don't move, baby, okay.”
She giggled. “Barrington, I think it's safe to say I'm not going anywhere.” She tested her freedom again. “You got me locked down, baby boy.”
“And you got me locked up. Now quit, girl.”
“Quit what?” Uncomfortable and needing him to assuage the ache she felt, she shifted again.
“Damn it, Perri, if you keep that up I'm not gonna be able to pull out. In fact, you're gonna cause me to start moving inside you. Fast!” he warned, trying his best not to get any more stirred up than he already was; and it wasn't easy considering he was about eighty-five percent there now.
“Barrington, all I'm trying to do is get comfortable. This isn't exactly a roll in the hay for me.” She chuckled. “No pun intended.”
“Well, all you're managing to do is make me insane. You're pushing me over the edge and I'm not ready to come before I start, so stop.” He bit his tongue and fought the urge to take her fast and hard. His control was slipping and he pulled out of her almost all the way just to sink himself deeper inside her tight sheath. She was wetter than he expected her to be which was his first undoing; her muscles were clamped down tight around his cock like a second skin which was his second undoing. If she was pushing for the third and final way to destroy his control causing him to come inside her before they really got started, then she was certainly doing the right thing.
Hmm, Perri had a thought, me moving beneath him affects him big time! She tested her newfound knowledge again to be certain and, laughed when Barrington cussed, grasped either side of her hips, and held her firmly in place.
Laughing out loud, she asked, “What are you doing to me?”
“You got that backwards, Perri. It's what you're doing to me. I’m barely just hanging on by a thread, and you keep testing it. It's not gonna take but one more time for you to move, allowing me a deeper space inside you before I say the hell with it and give you what you don't even know you asking me for.”
“Okay, well . . . it doesn't hurt as much now, I mean it's more like a dull ache at this point.” she shrugged. “So why don't we just finish—”
“Absolutely not,” he grated out through clenched teeth. “No, Perri. No!”
“Why not?”
“You're not ready,” he told her. “I should have never started this.”
“But you did, Barrington. And guess what? You're inside of me now; I'm not a virgin anymore. You've broken through my virginal barrier, so finish what you started,” she encouraged, wanting to feel him move inside her; she needed to feel him. Feeling how she did, she knew she'd die if he didn't make a move soon. “You cannot leave me in this condition, it’s cruel and inhumane.”
Not wanting to hope for too much, he argued, “You don't really know what you want; you've never done this before.” But damn it, he wanted to be the one and only to give it to her good.
Instead of answering, taking her advantage and exploiting her newfound knowledge, Perri took matters into her hands. If he wouldn't move on his own accord, she'd make him; he owed her that by now. She rotated her hips beneath him, feeling him slip deeper inside her and, ignoring him when he cursed, she arched upward; he slipped inside a little more. One more time, she rocked against him. He was completely inside her; she felt delirious but good.
“Perri . . .” Barrington ground out. He got quiet when her little caper suddenly dawned on him. “You little vixen; you knew exactly what you were doing to me,” he accused, trying to hide a sly grin.
“You mean this . . .” she wiggled underneath him.
“Damn, baby . . . you feel so . . . good.” He felt her muscles clamp down on him again, and knew he was slipping. He wasn't gonna lose control; but he wasn't gonna hold back . . . not anymore. He couldn't wait another minute. “Okay, you asked for it, Perri. Now I'm gonna give you what you want, baby.”
Loving that she got the victory, she prepared to push up again, but Barrington was quicker. This time he withdrew himself, slowly entering her again; he repeated this pattern, setting a pace with a slow rhythm. Each time he withdrew, she raised her hips to meet him, and he thrust deeper inside her. Once he set the pace she caught the rhythm and followed his lead, daring to go wherever he took her.
Perri moaned her pleasure softly at first until she became louder, feeling pressure building in her lower belly, trembling just like before, only better, and this time she knew what to expect. If she could just . . . get back there . . . to that strange but wonderful place . . .
Suddenly without warning her desire turned to need and Perri craved more of Barrington and the sweet love he was unselfishly giving . . . his precious gift. She wanted it all and then some. Getting downright greedy, she no longer wanted slow and easy. Her body seemed to be demanding hard and fast.
“Barry . . . I . . . want . . . more . . .”
He almost gave her what she was asking, but knew it would be too much for her this go around. Maybe the next time, he'd ride her hard, maybe, but definitely not her first time. “Not this time, Perri.”
Surprising them both, she demanded, “Yes.”
Barrington was taken aback by her boldness and again, almost gave in to her demands. Knowing he had to stay in control because Perri was overwhelmed, he told her, “You're not ready for that level yet. You’re going to be sore and you need time to rest,” he explained.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No control, Barrington . . . no control. Please, just give me what I want.” Her eyes op
ened. “You need this too, baby, I see it in your eyes, and I want to give it to you. Please.”
Upon hearing that, he looked down into her chocolate brown eyes and saw for himself it was okay for him to lose control. If at all possible, Barrington loved Perri more because she wanted to make sure he got him; that made him want to please her that much more, deciding to give her what she wanted. What they both needed; it would be for both of them.
With his next thrust and the next and the next, and all the ones to follow, like a wildcat in a celibate rage, Barrington made love to Perri like he never before had to any other woman. He wasn't sure how long he rode Perri, how much she'd willingly accepted, or even when it happened, but somehow he'd tumbled over into the land of no control, giving himself completely, enjoying watching her face as she climaxed in his arms at the same time receiving his own release with her name on his lips. He continued to revel in her as she milked the last warm spurts of his liquid love. Insatiable was the only way he could describe how what she was doing to him made him feel. And for Perri, there was no telling how far Barrington would go. As far as he was concerned, nothing was labeled taboo or considered prohibited.
***
Two hours and two condoms later, Barrington was holding tight to Perri. She still felt the tremors of her body from his unselfish lovemaking from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, and wanted the feeling to last forever or at least a wee bit longer. After a long time being held by him, she finally got up the nerve to ask the question that taunted her. “Barrington?”
He smiled at the sound of her voice; it was music to his ears. “Yes, my baby?”
She hesitated then said, “You've been with a lot of women; a lot of beautiful women haven't you?”
Barrington heard the insecurity in her tone and knew right now she was the most vulnerable she’d ever been with him. He also knew he'd never take advantage of someone so precious, rare, and dear to him as his sweet Perri. He maneuvered her body until she lay face to face with him.
“Don't do that, baby. You’re not other women and I wouldn’t want you like I do if you were,” Barrington said honestly.
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