If I'd Only Known (Milan Women Series Book 1) by C.A. Johnson Page A

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