Yes, she was his, and he was about to make it official. Brian readied himself at breakneck speeds and lowered his torso closer to Betsy's once again. He propped himself with his left arm to allow his right hand to brush her cheek. His eyes searched wildly through hers, as if trying to will her to bear her wants and needs to him. While he did this, he was taking care of one of his very own needs. He lowered his right hand to grasp her thigh and he coaxed her legs a bit wider apart as he pushed his hips forward.
They slid together perfectly, meeting hip to hip and Brian's neck failed to hold his head up in reaction to the initial feeling of being inside Betsy. It was as though they were two puzzles pieces that were finally matched together.
His breath hitched and he drew back his hips, then slid in once more, this time bringing his face to hers and pressed his lips against her mouth lovingly, but with a driving, hungry force. His mouth and hips both set to work, after he realized the sensations only complimented each other. Normally, he might've tried to concentrate on one or the other. He wanted all of her at once, and then some. It was the most brilliantly overwhelming state of mind he could recall ever experiencing, and the Brit was going to make the most of it.