"Brenda?" Brian asked quietly. "Are you feeling okay?"

If she heard him, she didn't show it. She just lay there quietly, breathing deeply, as her firm, young tits heaved up and down. Brian walked into the room and closed the door, and then studied the gorgeous figure of the girl more closely. He fairly ached between the legs as his mind thought about gently spreading her legs and thrusting his cock into her tight, hot pussy. His hands trembled as he approached her, standing just a couple of feet away.

"Brenda?" he asked again, sitting down on the bed.

She removed her arm, placing it on her stomach and looked up with surprise and some annoyance. She didn't say anything for a few moments, only looking at Brian with a curious contempt.

"What do you want?" she asked sharply.

"I want to love you," Brian heard himself say, surprising her with his tender tone. "I've always wanted to low you!"

Brenda's frosty expression melted slightly. She furrowed her eyebrows as though studying a difficult problem, looking into Brian's handsome face, before she spoke.

"You mean, you want to fuck me now, on your terms!" she said heatedly.

"No," Brian said. "I want to love you, and on any terms."

Brenda was taken aback, not exactly knowing what to do or say. She looked at Brian's face, his massive shoulders, tapering down to a slender waist, and his large capable hands. Her impulse was to grab him in her arms and pull him down on the bed, but her mind screamed against it. She wouldn't be hurt again, by him or anyone else. She lowered her eyes, feeling thorn become moist.

"I'm afraid," she finally whispered. "I think I care for you too much. I don't want to be hurt."

"I won't hurt you. Ever," Brian said softly, taking her hand in his. "I want you, now. Here."

Obeying her first impulse, Brenda savagely pulled Brian don on her body and kissed him violently on the mouth, months of pent-up passion expressed with her hungry lips and tongue.