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the
truth he knew to be evident within his eyes.
    “You
know, baby, in this business, I'm always gonna be surrounded by women; and yes,
a lot of them are beautiful. Some of them may even be diamonds in the rough.”
He shrugged. “I don't know, but whatever, it doesn't matter to me. I've already
got my beautiful dime bag.” He kissed her passionately and gathered her to his
throbbing chest. “And you're sized to fit me perfectly. I want you to know that,
baby.” Barrington’s emotions held within something he couldn’t name; like he
knew it could all slip away from him any moment when he voiced his next words.
“And no matter what happens between us I need you to remember that, Perri.”
    Smiling
sweetly, genuinely, satisfied, Perri promised she would, feeling each word deep
down in her bones, making her wet core thirst for what she now recognized as
his special brand of nurturing attention. “Barrington?”
    “Yes,
sweet Perri?”
    “Will
you please make love to me?”
    “You
read my mind, because making love to you is exactly how I want to please you.”
Quickly peeling off the condom he still wore, carelessly tossing it to the
floor, in no time Barrington was sheathed in another one and buried deep inside
Perri before she had enough time to prepare herself. If she wasn't as wet as
she was he wouldn't have been so quick to go inside her; but she was and, as a
result, he easily slipped right in loving her all over again.
    Having
a creative nature, Perri imagined she could see the earth, moon, and sky, and
wanted to touch them all, arching to accommodate all three as she met
Barrington's every thrust, matched him pace for pace, returned to him what he
gave her. He increased his rhythm; it wasn't enough. Feeling this man, knowing
it was Barrington moving inside her, she wanted so badly to step inside of him;
offer him the same pleasure and more he was freely giving her. She lifted her
hips to meet his next thrust and the next and the next until she thought she'd
lose her mind while feeling the tingling sensation erupting within. Barrington
must have sensed it because his thrusts became fierce, hard, demanding and
delicious. “That's it . . . that's what I want, Barry . . .”
    “I
know, baby; it's what I wanna give you, what I want you to have, always.”
Barrington meant to mold her to him, so that only he fit her newfound need. In
his mind, he wrote his name inside her tight sheath. He knew he was her first
and he meant to be her last. He was going to make sure when he wasn't with her,
she was thinking of no one but him. He felt her tremble, knew he had her
shaking, but needed confirmation no other man would ever sample her goods.
    “That's
it, baby, I want you to shake for me. That's the way it's supposed to be, sweet
Perri.” Her garden belonged to him; he was going to be the only one
picking her sweet fruit from it. “No one else, Perri,” he spoke from a feeling
of possession. “ Mine , baby,” he declared, “no one else.”
    “No,
no,” Perri agreed, “never anyone else for me, Barrington.”
    “You're
mine forever, sweet Perri.”
    “I
promise, Barrington . . . forever yours.”
    “Tell
me what you want, baby,” he demanded, thrusting into her again and again,
giving her a part of his soul each time he re-entered her.
    Perri
couldn't think straight to concentrate on his words, but she knew he said
something.
    “Tell
. . . me . . . Perri . . .”
    “You,”
was all she could say. She was locked inside his love like there was no
tomorrow; only today and she savored every second Barrington was inside her. He
was her first and she wanted him to be her last. She only wanted to feel him
moving inside her; he was all that mattered to her, all she needed and so much
more.
    “Want
you . . . only . . . you . . . oh . . . Barry . . .” she tumbled over the edge
and straight into the land of blissful delight. “Sweet honey dew,” she said
breathlessly, feeling like this one man just baptized her