“Shit, Yas.” He dips his head to scatter kisses at my neck. “I’mma come.” He starts pulling out, but I grab his ass and won’t let him go. “I’m on birth control,” I whisper. “Don’t pull out.” He stills, looks down at me, and a frown puckers his thick, dark brows. “I’ve never been raw with anyone else. I promise.” “I believe you.” I reach up to brush my fingertips over the fullness of his lips. “Give it to me.”