“Let go, Mia,” he commanded. “Let me taste your come, baby.”
A million stars exploded inside me, and I heard myself crying out his name as my entire body shook with my release. Two minutes. That was all it took, and I was a puddle of boneless, mindless goo for him to do whatever he wanted with.
And I didn’t even care.
Breathing hard, I looked down at him. The sight of his hair brushing against my thighs, his dark eyes glued to me as he watched and licked me through the aftershocks, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
After kissing the insides of my thighs, he lifted his head, licking his lips, but his facial hair still glistened with my wetness. “I didn’t mean to rush that, but I really needed to taste you.”
“Nothing was rushed,” I assured him, still panting. “I loved what you did. I’ve never done…that before.”
He thrust a finger into my core, making me gasp in renewed pleasure. “But you have done other things?”
“I’ve had sex before,” I admitted. “But only once.”
Something dark passed over his face. Jealousy. “His name.”
“Not happening, Beast.”
His finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that had my inner walls clenching around him. “Did he make you come?”
“Yes,” I admitted, because I didn’t want to lie to him. “But…”
“But?” he gritted out, his finger thrusting into me harder, trying to own my body. But I was fairly sure he already had complete possession of every part of me.
“Not as goo
d as you just did. There was no spark. No passion. It was a mistake, one I regretted as soon as it happened.” My hips started thrusting all on their own, seeking more of the pleasure Barrick was so ready to give. “He could never make me ache with just a look. Not like you do.”
Some of the darkness left his face. “He didn’t make you feel this good?” I shook my head. “He couldn’t make you come this hard?” Another shake. “You don’t want him?”
“I never did. It was right after I hurt my knee again. My dancing future as I knew was over, and I just needed…”
“To feel something other than despair?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Slowly, he pulled his finger from me and lifted it to his mouth, sucking my taste off his digit while his intense gaze held me captive. Grasping my hips in both his hands, he pulled me off the bed and then beneath him on the floor. Leaning over me with his weight on his forearms, he pressed his lower body into me a little at a time. Dear gods, but there was a lot of him. He was huge, and I could feel every inch of him, including the swollen, thick head of his cock.
“No one else will ever touch you, Mia. If they do, I’ll kill them. Do you understand me?”
That growly, possessive note in his voice only turned me on that much more, and I spread my thighs wider, giving him full access to every part of me. “I only want you.”
“Are you on the pill?” His fingers spread the lips of my sex again, his thumb playing with my clit.
“Since I was sixteen to regulate my periods.” Because of all the strenuous workouts I’d subjected my body to over the years for dance, my periods had been all kinds of crazy until Momma had taken me to the doctor and put me on the pill.
“I’m clean. I just had a full checkup at the doctor a few weeks ago. I haven’t been with anyone since before that.” He eased his middle finger into my opening, playing with me, making me breathless all over again. “Will you let me take you without a condom, baby? I don’t want anything coming between us. Ever.”
“D-do you do that a lot?” I asked, jealousy eating at me even as I melted on his fingers. “Not wear a condom?”
“No. I’ve never not worn one, but the idea of putting something between us kills me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and I tasted myself on him. “But I will if it bothers you. Whatever you want. Just say the word.”
“I don’t want anything between us either,” I confessed, my hips arching up into his touch. “I want you so much, Barrick. Please put your cock in me now.”
“Right now?” he teased, his thumb circling my clit and making me dizzy with need. “You want me to take you on the floor? Drive my cock so deep inside you, we don’t know where you end and I begin?”
“Oh gods,” I whimpered. “Please.”