395 Weekend in Sin City 11 (1/2)

”OK. What should we do until then?”

Quentin arched his eyebrow and half-smirked. ”Twenty minutes is a long time. What do you want to do?”

Brianna's breath hitched when she realized that he wants them to make love. Well, she wants to do the same. She smiled. ”I have a few ideas, but twenty minutes is not enough time.”

Quentin started unbuttoning his shirt. ”We can make it quick.”

”Do you really want our first time as an engaged couple to be quick?”

”Hmm…”, Quentin hummed while inching closer to Brianna. ”Let's think about it as an appetizer.”

Brianna giggled.

Quentin was about to embrace her, but she dodged him and dashed into the bedroom.

He looked after her helplessly. She was playful and laughing which is good, but then she ran away which is not good. Which one is it?

”I don't know if you are avoiding or inviting me.”, Quentin said while looking anxiously at the door of the bedroom.

”Take it any way you want!”, Brianna shouted back and in the next moment, the dress she was wearing a second ago flew out through the door.

Quentin smiled and rushed into the bedroom because that was definitely an invitation.

Quentin found Brianna bending while removing her panties. She was wearing only a black lacy bra and the image in front of his eyes made Quentin's throat dry in an instant. He needed something to quench his thirst, and there was only one thing that can satiate him.

Quentin grabbed Brianna around her waist and pulled her to face him. She stepped backward on an instinct, and her back slammed against the wall.

”Allow me to serve you an appetizer, my Goddess…”, he murmured close to her ear before placing a kiss on her neck.

Brianna extended her arms to hug him and she was disappointed that he is not in sight, but that lasted only for a moment until she realized that Quentin is kneeling in front of her and lifting her left leg to rest on his shoulder.

Her whole body shivered when she felt his breath caressing her skin as it traveled low on her abdomen, and she gasped when he bit the inside of her thigh, close to her core.

He lifted her left leg to rest on his shoulder and slowly spread her already wet folds with his fingers.

Brianna's head banged the wall behind her when his tongue flicked over her engorged peak and she gripped his hair as he explored her with his tongue thoroughly.

No one ever explored her as Quentin. His tongue, fingers, and every other part are made for pleasuring a woman and he knows exactly how to push Brianna to the edge of ecstasy and to make her float there until she screams for a release.

Quentin sucked and licked diligently while increasing the pressure with every next flick of his tongue.

Brianna cried as the orgasm ripped through her. She stared blankly at the ceiling while gasping for air and wondered if he has any intention to stop.

Quentin stood up and swiftly unbuttoned his pants, pressing Brianna against the wall, and with his kiss she tasted herself and the metallic flavor of his blood which told her that his lip was bleeding again, but she was too high to care. Her body was buzzing, and she held onto Quentin for support.

Her shaky legs wrapped around his waist as he made his way inside her, bringing upon her another storm of pleasure.

She wanted to tell him that he is amazing and that she loves him, but only gasps escaped her lips.

Brianna's arms rested on his shoulders and her fingers clutched his hair as he rammed himself inside her without any mercy and she wouldn't want it any other way.

…

For dinner, they fed each other and exchanged kisses.

Both Quentin and Brianna were naked, sharing one bedsheet that covered their crotch areas loosely.

She touched a bruise below his left shoulder. ”Does it hurt?”

He denied it. ”Nothing hurts when you are next to me.”

Brianna shook her head in disapproval. ”Don't fight like that, OK? If Max and Hunter were not there, it would be dangerous. I don't want to lose you.”

Quentin smiled and continued feeding her.

”What kind of a wedding you want?”, Quentin asked Brianna between bites.

Brianna's eyebrows shoot up. ”I didn't have time to think about it.”

Quentin thought it's not a big deal. ”I don't mean now. Did you ever imagine your perfect wedding? I heard that girls like to dream about those things.”

Brianna thought for a second before responding. ”Maybe as a girl, I would imagine princess-style in a castle with thousands of guests and glitter everywhere. But eventually, that girl grew up and became more practical.”