"You have a patient."

Brent Delfino trudged down the hall with his clipboard, a small boy and his mother following him. He walked into the first available room, and the boy methodically walked over to the examination table and sat down on the blue wax paper. Brent immediately went through the pre-exam questions a nurse asks, but with only one thing on his mind.

Amy Reiley. The twenty-two year old receptionist who ironically stole his heart. She was way different than any other girl he'd ever wanted in his whole life. She was too captivating for him to ignore and move on to another girl. He had no idea whether or not she felt the same for him, but he was determined to make her see him for who he really was.

"Okay, Jeff. The doctor should be here in a minute." Brent smiled and walked back down the hall.

He knew what she saw him as: a guy who had only one thing on his mind when it came to girls, and only did one-night stands. Well, that was not true... All right, so he'd done that before. But when he met Amy, that kind of thing didn't seem too appealing anymore. She was quiet, but not distant or cold. When he watched her from a distance, she was warm and kind with a natural loving heart. She was a redhead, which did make his loins burn every time he saw her long hair swaying behind her as she walked. And, okay, yeah, he watched her ass sometimes. He was still male, after all.

Brent came back in time to watch Amy give a pretzel rod to a previous kid from about fifteen minutes ago. He smiled and thanked her before walking out the door with his mother. Brent was watching Amy's smile though. Her whole face lit up, especially her eyes, which were filled with warmth for a moment, and it touched his heart. The smile did not leave her face as she looked down and continued her paperwork. He continued staring, a smile playing on the corner of his own lips.

* * *

She felt him staring again. Staring with those light blue eyes of his, so light she swore they were almost clear when she first saw him. Why did he do that? Why did he enjoy making her feel uncomfortable? It wasn't like he was staring in admiration. She stopped writing and slowly looked in his direction. He was smiling. She was not.

"So... what are you doing tonight?" he asked for the third time.

Why did he have to remind her how single she was? She hadn't had a meaningful relationship in almost 2 years. Sure, she went out with her friends all the time, but the guys who hit on her were never hinting at anything more than sex. Besides, it wasn't as if Brent really liked her. He was teasing her. Plus, she felt he was just way out of her league. He was attractive and he knew it. He could get any girl. Why would he want her?

She knew she wasn't unattractive either, with true red hair, warm hazel eyes, and a body that could fit into anything. She just didn't like to concentrate on the superficial things. She didn't want to complicate her life with guys who only wanted her for her looks. She wanted a real relationship, not those stupid dramatic ones like in college. She was a mature young woman who didn't want to play around with somebody who just wanted to fuck her and then leave.

Now she had to answer his question because there were no more kids waiting for an appointment. If she told him she wasn't doing anything, he'd laugh. If she told him she was busy, she'd be lying.

Amy suddenly realized just how long she'd been staring at him as she thought of her answer. Brent was now grinning proudly.

"Not... too much. Why?" she answered nervously, going back to her paperwork.

"How would you like to go dancing?" he asked.

Dancing with him, Brent Delfino, would be a dream! To move against his tall, manly body, with his strong arms around her, as the rhythm of the music bound them together and moved their bodies like electric elastic. Alas, it was only a dream.

She refocused on his smile again. He was thinking about something. That naughty little smile of his was certainly sexy, but she recomposed her thoughts and replied... what would her reply be?

The sound of the little bell at the top of the door pulled both of their attention toward a father and his two daughters. Amy gave them a friendly smile.

"So, how about it?"

Amy tried to look at him, but could not, so she missed the crestfallen look on his face.

"You have a patient."

* * *

Once again Brent Delfino trudged down the hall with the two young girls and their dad to an empty room and apathetically went through the pre-exam routine. He was at least certain of one thing. She felt the same for him. She just didn't know it... or wouldn't admit it.

He quickly returned to the waiting room, hoping it was still empty. Unfortunately, in the five minutes he was gone, it somehow filled up almost completely. Great. It was 3 o'clock. He'd have to wait another two hours to even have a moment alone near her... And if she left before him, he'd have to wait until Monday, which meant he'd end up thinking about her all of Sunday, masturbating and ending up totally unsatisfied...

...Fortunately that time came before, at a little after 4 when he caught sight of her coming out of the staff bathroom. Brent walked quickly but quietly, sneaking up on her. She suddenly stopped walking, and he knew she felt someone behind her. She slowly turned around, and visibly shivered, just for a millisecond. He had her pinned in the corner, and was looking at her seriously.

No smile.

He could see her breathing harder. He was making her nervous... That was not what he intended, but perhaps it would work to his advantage.

* * *

Amy's eyes frantically searched around for someone near. Finding nobody, she looked into Brent's eyes, trying to look annoyed. She really was a little annoyed, but it was fading as he slowly leaned closer.

"What-what is it?"

"Why won't you go out with me?" he asked quietly. Being so close, she could see the almost hurt look in his clear blue eyes. "Come on, it's not like you're that busy," he barely laughed.

She moved to hit him for that harsh attempt at making her respond, but he was faster, and stronger. He held her by her wrist, and simply stared at her, that look in his eyes never disappearing. He was not about to stop now... She gave him her full attention.

"Just one date, just tonight, please..."

He was really serious. This was no joke. He had her pinned in the corner, almost desperately asking her out, just for one night. He didn't have that smug look on his face she was accustomed to.

"Come on, I'm not a bad guy," he laughed, now trying to lighten the mood as he let her arm go. Tomorrow the clinic was closed, so if the night turned out to be a catastrophe she at least wouldn't have to see him the next day.

He was smiling again, and this time, she smiled.

"I'll pick you up at 6:30?"

"Okay," she whispered. Then Brent reached up and cupped her cheek, softly stroking it with one finger. Her heartbeat suddenly sped up. This always happened when she gazed into his eyes. Her body would be practically paralyzed, and she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else... But she soon realized just how close he was. She wondered if he was going to kiss her, and leaned in close to -

"Amy, where are you?"

They both awkwardly parted, Bent dropping his hand, and Amy walked back to the front desk where the other receptionist was calling her. She missed seeing Brent punch the air in victory.

* * *

He almost kissed her. If it weren't for that chatty, blond receptionist (what was her name? Candy?) who only needed Amy so she could talk to someone about everything and anything, he would have felt her full lips against his... But she at least agreed to go out tonight. Now where would he take her? Some place rich? Or would she not care? Well, it wouldn't be somewhere crummy, but it would have to have some class. It would have to have a dance floor because he did offer to take her dancing. And he did want to see Amy Reiley dance.

"Brent, get out here! There are people waiting!"

Smiling broadly, he walked down the hall and opened the door, only to face the head nurse glaring at him and pointing to a mother and her teenage son. Completely unaffected by the glowering old woman, he led them toward the back...

A half hour went by quickly. Brent washed up, then strode out to the front where Amy was finishing up the last of the paperwork of the day. He stood casually against the doorframe and just watched her. She truly was beautiful. How he would love to run his hands through that gorgeous hair, hold her body so tightly against his they were nearly one, and kiss her full, lovely lips... Just imagining the feel of her skin against his suddenly made him quite hard.

It had been almost five minutes before he realized Amy was staring at him, and Brent's face broke out into a smile. She blushed, and returned his smile. His heart just melted. A smile for him. From Amy Reiley.

"Why do you always watch me?" she asked. He grinned widely.

"Because I like you," he answered in a deep, smooth, seductive voice. Amy's delayed reaction was interrupted by the head nurse coming out of her office with the key to lock up. She started getting her things together, and Brent put his coat on. The three of them left the clinic in an awkward silence, and parted ways in the small parking lot.

* * *

Amy Reiley leaned against her door, closed her eyes, and tried to take a few deep breaths... Only when her heart was beating slower did she lean down to pet an anxious Jake wagging his tail and waiting for a greeting from his master. Then she immediately went to her room and first undressed, before going into the bathroom to take a shower. She took a little longer than usual, washing her slowly, caressing her body as she cleansed it, even dried her body very carefully and slowly. After drying her long hair, which always took quite a long time, she saw it was already 5 minutes to 6, and hurried to her closet to get... what would she get? What was she going to wear?! She had some skirts but she couldn't wear them to work. She went through everything in her closet until she reached the last thing all the way in the back. It was a pretty black dress, which she hadn't worn in years, and it would have to do. Her hair was always easy because whatever she did looked amazing. People complimented her hair color all the time. She simply left her hair down, but found a rose clip and stuck that in on the side. The knitted sweater her mother gave her would be perfect with the dress, and with her vinyl, tie-up, black heels, and a little eyeliner, her look was complete.

Amy studied her body in the mirror, dazzled that she still fit into that dress. I certainly am pretty, she observed, as she slowly trailed her hands up and down her curves...

* * *

At 6:31 Brent pulled up to Amy Reiley's apartment, got out of his car, and stopped short when he saw her walk around the corner of the building. At first he wasn't even sure it was her, but he would know that unique shade of red hair anywhere. Awestruck, he watched her stride toward him in the dark. A dream girl, that's what she reminded him of. Someone you could only dream of or imagine. Someone you could only fantasize about. For a moment he felt like a sixteen-year-old boy looking at a super model. She slowly approached him, with an unsure expression because of how he was staring.

"You look amazing," were the only words Brent could manage to say. Amy looked down, her shyness returning, but he lifted her chin up, then quickly swooped right in and kissed her for the first time. He felt her stiffen from the surprise, then relax. Her lips were just as soft as he imagined, and couldn't wait to taste them. He gave her lips a light sweep of his tongue, before pulling away to gaze at the angel he was lucky enough to be with tonight.

"Thank you," she whispered, her breathlessness turning him on. She smelled of warm, sweet vanilla, which seemed to make her all the more irresistible.

Reluctantly he looked away from her eyes and opened the car door for her. After she slid in, he closed the door and went around to his side. As he started the car, he couldn't help but reach over and run a hand through Amy's hair. When she looked at him, he simply smiled and pulled out of the parking lot...

...More than an hour later, as they ate dinner at a not too posh restaurant, Brent was finding himself more and more attracted to her. He kept asking her things and tried to keep her talking because he liked listening to her, and loved how she smiled and laughed... especially the way her mouth moved. It was hard for his mind to stop thinking of how that would apply to "other" things...

To distract himself, he asked her to dance...

* * *

He led Amy to the dance floor and held her in his arms as they swayed to the soft music. She was actually doing what she thought this afternoon could only be a dream. Brent was running his fingers through her hair again. For a minute she reveled in the fact that everything seemed to be going like a fairytale, and then the slow song faded into a faster one. Brent turned her around so she was facing away from him, and started grinding her against him.

Amy closed her eyes as she let her body take control and began grinding with him... She was really moving against his tall, manly body, with his strong arms around her... The rhythm of the music was binding them together and moving their bodies like electric elastic. It wasn't a dream anymore.

It certainly felt like a dream. Amy felt a rush of spontaneity, and pulled Brent's head down to hers and kissed him. Brent was certainly surprised, but greatly turned on, and continued kissing down her face, and down her neck. As he started nibbling, she also felt his fingers make little circles on her stomach, swirling lower and lower, toward her thigh. She was losing herself in the music and the motions and leaned back against him to give him easier access.

* * *

He had thought dancing would distract him, but really it enhanced the passion and made him think more about taking Amy to bed. As he continued nibbling her long neck, his hand moved down to her thigh on its own accord. His nose touched the skin of her neck and he breathed in that vanilla sugar scent, which drove him crazy with desire... He wanted to keep it romantic, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his hands to himself. Feeling her body move against, yet with his, did not keep his mind away from these thoughts. Brent imagined undressing her and touching her all over, softly caressing her skin, tickling her tender spots, making her emit sounds of pleasure from those tulip-like lips... These thoughts, and others, would not stop swimming around in his mind.

Amy wasn't helping either. Her response to everything he was doing just turned him on more. When he finally reached her inner thigh, he let out an audible moan, which made one couple stare at him. Brent was pulled out of his reverie as the song ended, and he slowly dragged his lips away from Amy's neck. Leaning down to her level, he saw her breathless expression. Not missing the excited look in her eyes, he walked her back to the table and paid the bill. He ignored the confused look she gave him when he was finished. Instead, he laced his fingers with hers and led her back to the car.

The ride home was silent. He could not stop staring and admiring her. He badly wanted to say something, but could find no words to describe how beautiful she was. She thought he was taking her home, and felt that she had done something wrong to displease him, but it was the opposite. He wasn't taking her home... at least not to her place...

At a red light Brent took the chance to look at Amy completely again. Her hair was absolutely radiant with that rose clip in her hair. The halter-top dress really accentuated her curves, and the ruffled skirt was elegantly draped around her legs. The gorgeous shoes she showed talent by dancing with were perfect for her long legs. Her eyes were so mysterious, which were the first thing that he noticed specially about her. They had drawn him in when he first met her and never let him go. In the dark of night, Amy looked like an innocent temptress just for him. If he had more time he'd kiss her, but the light changed, and he stepped on the gas...

...He knew she was nervous when he pulled up to his house. He took her by the hand again and walked to her to the door. He fumbled with the key, but refused to let Amy's hand go. Noticing his trouble, she let his hand go, but then wrapped her arms around him. Apparently she didn't want to let him go either. When he heard the click they both made eye contact, and went inside without looking away. The unspoken, long-awaited decision was quick, but mutual.

* * *

She heard him lock the door, before she felt his lips against hers for only the third time. He lifted her up so quickly she wrapped her legs around him just for balance. This time when he licked her lips he did it slowly, as if savoring the taste of her. So she parted them, granting him access.

When she felt Brent's tongue enter her mouth, a warm feeling washed over her and she felt hot. Her body was burning. Without breaking the kiss, Amy pulled off the sweater and dropped it to the floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt him doing the same with his coat, before running one hand through her hair again, and the other up and down her back, all while blindly walking in the dark toward the master bedroom.

Amy was brought back to reality when she felt him untie the halter behind her neck. But instead of stopping, her hands began unbuttoning his blue shirt...

* * *

He couldn't believe it. Amy was really undressing him, and soon he would get to feel her naked body against his. He'd been thinking about being inside her hot little pussy all day, and now it was going to happen. He was glad she was getting more confident, especially when she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor herself. Reaching around in the dark, he felt the softness of the bed and laid her down on it gently. Carefully planting himself on top of her, he started another steamy kiss as his hands slowly slid her dress down to her waist. He had to pull away though when he felt familiar little fingers lightly crawling up and down his back.

"Oh, Amy," he gasped, and started trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and finally, her chest, once again that sweet, warm scent increasing his arousal. It was hard to believe he was actually there, tasting the skin of her breasts, getting ever closer to her tender little nipples. Grasping one in his hands, he was almost disappointed. For such a beautiful girl she had small breasts.

Before he allowed himself the treat, Brent looked up at Amy, and her eyes were wide with a mixture of excitement, fear, and uncertainty. Smirking at her innocence, he leant down and devoured her left breast...

The moan she emitted caused his cock to harden and throb, and he knew she could feel it because she then gasped in surprise. Brent continued sucking like a starving baby for milk on her nipple, and Amy continued making sounds of pleasure that were raising his own arousal... Even as he moved on to her other breast, now licking the nipple and making her squirm, the throbbing was increasing... especially when he felt those same little hands running through his hair. That really excited him. No woman ever excited him by doing that.

Finally, he sat up on his knees, breathing just as hard as the woman he was staring at. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her dark, mystifying ones, he began removing his pants...

* * *

Amy watched Brent put his pants on the floor, then lay back down on her. She was still breathing hard, now from fear, as he gazed into her eyes intensely. Her heart was racing, beating so loud she swore he could hear it. The simple caress of his hand cupping her cheek again was enough to rid the nervousness. He kissed her passionately.

Taking some initiative, she rolled him over so she was on top. Brent was certainly caught off guard, but did not falter, and immediately began lowering her dress over her hips. Amy slid her fingers down his chest lightly, and he let out a whimpering sound. As she swirled her tongue with his, her fingers copied the same circle motions around his nipples...

"Oh, Amy," he moaned out in pleasure, dragging his fingers up and down her back.

Gosh, how long had it been since she'd done something like this? Too long. It was time for the conservative Amy to lose control to the playful Amy, which she had kept hidden for so long.

Sitting up, Amy slowly slid her dress down her long legs. That's when she felt Brent's fingers stop, and looked at him, clad in only her panties and shoes.

* * *

Her eyes were full of concern as she sat there, legs spread, heels still on, innocently unaware of how arousing she was in this position. The curtains were parted just a little, casting a sliver of moonlight on her body, making her light skin glow. He was so hard and erect now, that his rod was nearly tearing his boxers. Never had an even bare naked woman had this much of an effect on him. His heart would not slow down, and neither would his pulse. Trying to control his breathing, Brent slid his fingers around to Amy's shapely legs, and ever so slowly and lightly down her thighs, making her shiver. Stopping at her shoes, he began undoing them, not once looking away from Amy's eyes. The shoes landed on the growing pile of clothes, and the silent staring went on too long for him.

Reaching out to her, he said breathlessly, "Come here, sweetheart."

Amy smiled in the darkness as she moved into his arms on top of his body. Their lips met tenderly as he rolled her over. The throbbing was pain now, he had to get out of his pants, but he did not want to rush this with Amy... He wanted to really enjoy and savor every part of this, and hoped she would too. Yet every time their nipples rubbed against each other he groaned in arousal, his erection becoming too much to keep in...

But would he scare her away? Would he totally turn her off? He really had no idea. How terribly difficult this suddenly was for him! Why was he questioning his own actions? How could he possibly be having problems with sex now? When was the last time his heart beat so fast? When had he ever been so nervous in all his twenty-eight years? What was this woman doing to him?

She had him in knots. He never second-guessed himself during sex. Then again, he never truly cared much for the female beneath him... until now. He cared very much for her, and was making sure she liked everything he was doing. He had been dreaming about this night for a long time.

Very slowly, he dragged his lips away, and just stared at the irresistible girl, watching her smile so beautifully. Brent couldn't wait. He gingerly took her hand in his, moved it down in between their hot and slightly sweaty bodies, and slid it right on his stiff protrusion.

* * *

Never had Amy imagined he would feel this hard. She grasped it firmly, and Brent bit his lip in pleasure. He was so hard it hurt, and Amy could see it. It didn't occur to her just exactly why he was so hard as she helped him out of the confines of his manhood. When it was uncovered, her eyes widened. He was huge! Brent took her hand again and placed it on the mushroom, still not taking his eyes off her.

Looking back at him, Amy was beginning to realize what she was doing to him.

She blushed.

Brent caressed her cheek again, his breath straining as she lightly stroked down to the base of his cock. His skin was soft, but the whole thing was so hard and it kept twitching. She let her fingers glide down even lower, toward his sac, wanting to explore.

"Amy..." he barely whispered. Amy didn't stop. She knew he wasn't going to ask that. "Oh Amy..." he was now moaning. He couldn't speak. He was really trying, she could see that. "Oh... I... Fuck!"

Whatever he was trying to tell her wouldn't come out... just yet. Slipping a finger in the waistband of her black panties, Brent veeerrrrrrrrry slowly pulled them down her legs. She felt them going down, and her already racing heart rate accelerated. Amy grasped onto Brent's shoulders and looked him in the eye intently...

* * *

Fear. That's what he saw in her eyes. And suddenly Brent knew why. It wasn't because he was undressing her, it was because of something he had been wondering about himself...

Yet he continued pulling down her panties and stroking her cheek... Once they were off, Brent went in between her legs.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Amy asked, already knowing just exactly what he was going to do.

"Just wait, baby, you'll like this, I promise," he whispered, before leaning in to her lovebox and slithering his tongue inside - Amy shrieked in pleasure - no, not inside. Brent reached with his tongue up as far as he could... into nothing. He was stretching her. Her lips weren't opened. She was a virgin.

He knew it.

* * *

When Amy felt something wet touch her sensitive skin down there, she shrieked and reached for Brent's head. His tongue pushed as deep as it could, and she had to grasp his hair in her fingers to help bear the overwhelming sensation.

"Brent!" she gasped when she felt him push with force. She knew what he was looking for, and she really hoped he wouldn't stop when he didn't find it. What he was doing felt better than anything she ever did to herself!

He changed his course of action, moving his tongue around in circles, causing Amy to cry out in ecstasy as she wildly ran her hands through his hair. His fingers were expertly caressing her inner thighs sometimes, teasingly, so as to intensify the pleasurable feeling of his tongue in her little pussy. So far it was working! She couldn't stop shivering, or keep her mouth closed. It simply was too good not to let out. She was also still a bit shocked that she was naked in Brent Delfino's bed as he licked her lovebox and stroked her thighs... She really hoped this wasn't a dream!

* * *

Oh, she tasted so good, so sweet, so... pure. She was pure... Brent had never actually taken a virgin that he really cared about before... How was he going to do this? He wanted her, but he had to do it right... He didn't want to let someone else take her sweet cherry...

He pushed that to the back of his head for the present as he slowly pulled his tongue away. He moved so he could see her clit, smiled up at Amy, and gave it a kiss. He felt her shiver against him, and his smile widened as he crawled back up to face his angel. She was smiling, her eyes thanking him for that great little experience. No guy ever made her feel that good when they fingered her. He caressed her cheek yet again as he thought about how much he wanted to be with her every day, not just this one time, not just at work. He wished he knew what she felt. He could usually tell, but not now. Now... she was staring at him with a gorgeous serene smile as she stroked his lower back lightly with her fingertips. He leant down and kissed her softly... She didn't know he was reaching down and putting his cock at her entrance.

He knew she felt it when she shivered at the feeling... But then she stopped kissing him.

Keeping their eyes on each other, he held her hand as he slid in, stretching her, and eventually quickly taking her innocence, then stopped as Amy tried to gain control of her breathing... He kissed her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her neck, and began sucking there. He smiled when he received a few moans...

...He felt her body slowly calm down, and knew he could start.

Brent pulled out and went back in slowly, and it was the tightest, hottest thing ever. It was so good he just wanted to stay inside of her, but he continued using slow strokes, laying wet kisses all over her heaving chest... He was trying desperately not to let go and let his pulsing dick take control. Amy's mouth was moving, but no sound came forth. Fuck, she was so tight, but he held the raging desire back for the moment...

* * *

Amy was in another world. Her mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. It was like something just opened up inside of her and needed to be filled. The pain had been replaced by something... just too incredible to explain. Her mind was overflowing with all these erotic and almost raunchy thoughts – she couldn't retain them all. She felt this intense need for Brent; it was more intense than any other time she needed to finger herself. This sudden urge took over her whole body and mind, and she finally started grinding against him so he'd move faster.

* * *

As soon as he felt the slightest bit of motion from Amy, Brent let his restraint go, and he pulled her into a hot and hungry kiss, partly to keep in his own moans of unbelievable pleasure. But the more he felt her, the more he ran his hands down her curves and thighs, the harder it was to keep their lips together, the more lost he became within her depths. That intoxicating vanilla scent was so inviting to him, he wanted to taste every inch of her sweet skin.

...Amy was beginning to move exactly with his rhythm, which included squeezing his hardness every time he entered her. He simply couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Amy... Amy... Oh, yes, Amy! Amy... you feel so good, baby..."

Brent let out a loud moan of ecstasy as he rolled over so Amy was on top. He slid in deeper when she started moving, and he had to grit his teeth to bear the intensity of her sweet, constricting warmth.

* * *

With his hands on her hips, he helped her move to a perfectly arousing rhythm, guiding her, until she started rocking her hips to the motion herself. It felt almost impossible that he was actually inside of her, he felt so hard and thick. The pleasure especially intensified when he reached down and tickled her clit. Amy cried out his name, which made Brent grin.

...That touch made her pussy tingle. She moved her hips against his finger, wanting that feeling again, as she knew where it would lead to...

He flicked it again, and again, and again, making her say his name again and again and again. It felt so much better than when she did it herself... Brent was stimulating her in ways she'd never even dreamed of. As she slid over and off of him, that tingly feeling kept escalating, taking her to a sexual height which was blowing her mind. She felt as if she was reaching for a certain point, wanting to grasp whatever was at the end of the ride.

Amy also felt herself contracting faster, and knew the end was near...

...But she didn't want it to end. She didn't want to let go of Brent, or him to let go of her. She wanted to fall asleep in his arms. She wanted to make love to him again. She didn't want this to be the last time they would be together. She wanted to be his, and for him to be hers. She didn't want anything or anyone else. She felt something for him that she never felt for anybody before.

Did he feel that way? He had to feel something similar. The way he touched her and looked at her were out of pure admiration, not only lust. He was kissing her again... so passionately, as always... There was something in his kisses... something which hadn't been in any other kiss she'd ever had. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it was genuine.

...All of a sudden, Brent seemed to feel bigger inside of her. He was reaching the end with her... They moved together at the same quickening speed, both craving the sweet, inevitable release.

* * *

Brent was overwhelmed with everything he was feeling, physically and emotionally. As they sped up their movements, he felt Amy squeezing him so wonderfully and deliciously. He expanded as he felt himself reach level after level of intense electric bliss. Oh, it was so good. Her warm, wet pussy was so nice as it gripped his hard, pulsating cock. He didn't want to let the feeling go. He didn't want to let her go. He couldn't stop groaning in pleasure. Now he couldn't wait anymore.

"Amy," he moaned, "I'm..."

"I'm-I'm coming, Brent," she whispered seductively.

Brent was so excited, unbelievably ecstatic. Amy Reiley was going to come all over him... But more importantly, they were going to climax together.

"Me too, baby," he moaned back.

"Oh, Brent," her whispering escalated to moaning. He gasped as he felt her pussy tighten, and not let go. "Brent!" Amy's voice cried out in ecstasy. He felt her pussy then spasm as he came with her.

"Oh yes, Amy! Ohhh, Amy..."

* * *

Amy had a blissful grin on her face as her whole body shook around Brent's. He came, shooting gobs of hot cream, just as she was doing. And when she finished, she collapsed on his sweaty chest, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around her equally sweaty body...

In this quiet moment of heavy breathing, hearts pounding, and pulses racing, Amy thought how perfect it felt to fall into someone's arms afterward...

* * *

...Amy was cuddled at his side, one of his arms around her tightly, the fingers of his other hand lazily stroking her glistening body. Brent was more sure now than he ever was how he felt about her. He was positive she felt the same. Lifting her head up to face him, they stared at each other for a good 30 seconds, before Amy's lips spread into a grin, her eyes glittering with happiness. Brent returned her grin, and pulled her closer, pushing his lips against hers for a short, sweet kiss.

"So... how'd you like that?" he asked, caringly, stroking her cheek, yet again, and smiling dreamily.

"It was... it was... wow!" she laughed softly. Brent grinned... and something else happened.

He blushed... She just made him blush...

"Thank you," she whispered.

He laughed. "So... how do you feel about me now?"

She was only silent for a moment, before taking Brent's face in her hands and saying, "I... I... I li-... lo-..."

...What was her answer?! What could she say at this time?.. And why did he have to distract her thinking with those drowning icy blue eyes of his...

* * *

Brent barely brushed his lips against hers as he felt his heart speed up. His face felt hot and he was breathing faster. "Say it," he whispered. "Say it. Say you love me." He wanted to hear it so bad.

"I-I-I do... I love you."

"I love you too."

Amy stared at him through glassy eyes for a minute, before probably realizing he was telling the truth. She smiled. And the smile he gave her was not his regular smile. It was the smile of a man who has given love and gotten it in return.

Brent kissed her forehead, and they began to drift off... Amy didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but she told herself not to be afraid, for once...

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