Brian had had quite enough - but none at all. His male urges were overpowering any feelings of sensuality or emotional connection; he was beginning to feel numb with desire. He needed to feel release and satisfaction and however incredible Betsy's touches felt against his hot skin, he wasn't getting what he wanted. She was still wearing her top and shorts, which hardly seemed fair.

When she reached his face, he countered her teasing smile with a hungry, demanding look and quirked an eyebrow in a challenging manner. Was she ready for this?

He certainly hoped so. He pushed his hips upward and he slid his penis between her clad thighs once or twice, nearly dying at the feeling of the friction, then muttered hurriedly, "You know I've never been good at taking turns, Bets." He embraced her so she was cradled in his arms and flipped them over without much effort. Negating gravity helped with such things. Once he was back on time, his hands were placed on either side of her delicate jaw and he caressed his thumbs against her cheeks while he watched her. She was beautiful and he wanted this more than anything. The look in her eyes told him she was ready. His hands traveled down to her shorts once more and he raised himself to allow for them to be pulled from her legs, along with her panties.

He moved atop her again and slipped his arm under her waist and lifted gentle, then used his right hand to help pull her sleep shirt up and off. He eased her back, allowing her to relax against the mattress, then moved between her knees once again. Brian's hands pushed his shorts down and he hovered briefly; long enough for him to pass them over his knees and toss them to her floor. His pants were nearby, and he moved to grab his wallet, then pulled a metallic packet from somewhere within. "Do you want this?" he had to be sure. If she refused him, he'd have to leave - things had gone too far and he was too deeply involved. He needed her.

BRIAN