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

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 opened. “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