Tiffany was laying on one of the couches, while she scrolled through her phone, doing nothing actually.
Brent has been out for a very long time. It shouldn’t bother her, given how angry she was at him, but she couldn’t help but think about what Roman told her.
“Did he go out with his ex ? Does he still feel something for her?”
All these questions kept haunting her sanity. If Brent still has feelings for his ex and she does the same, then she would stop herself from loving him, even if it meant shredding her heart into pieces.
All she wanted was to hear from Brent, to listen and know if he still has feelings for his ex. It sounded stupid but Tiffany was determined to wait for him all night.
All thanks to Kelly for calling her and keeping her company before it got dark, if not, her sanity was really going to run wild.
Soon, she heard Brent’s bike as it drove in, she sat up, still staring at her cell phone.
It took more time than usual for Brent to walk in, he staggered as he walked in. His head and clothes disheveled.
Tiffany frowned at the sight of him staggering. When he came closer, the air was instantly polluted with the heavy stench of alcohol.
Tiffany’s frown got deeper as she stared at him, knowing fully well that he was drunk.
“Was this also about his ex?” She asked herself.
She noticed Brent losing his footing and was about to fall, she rushed to him, helping him up.
“Why are you drunk? You look terrible.”
Brent let out a dry chuckle and glanced at Tiffany. She swallowed hard, when she locked eyes with those blue hazy eyes.
Brent was very handsome, even in his drunk state he looked more appealing and sexy.
Her eyes roamed around his face, and went down stopping on his unbuttoned shirt, which exposed his bare and sturdy chest.
God knows what she wanted to do with them.
She looked away feeling hot.
Brent turned to face her, changing their body position, he was now close to her. Their faces touched each other, as he rubbed his nose on every part of her face.
Tiffany gasped, definitely melting into him. The smell of alcohol always made her stomach churn, but right now, it smelled intoxicating mixed with his cologne and manly scent.
“You like me, don’t you ?” Brent’s husky voice whispered into her ears.
His hot breath fanning her ears and sending butterflies down her belly, making something in her twitch with excitement.
She opened her eyes, staring at him with the same passion and desire that were burning in his.
She nodded her head slowly, before looking down seemingly shy. She didn’t expect the question, but she knew she had to be honest.
Brent brought her face up to look at him, his gaze stopped on her soft Ruby lips, contemplating if he should continue or not.
Tiffany seems to notice his hesitation, she tiptoed and kissed him and that single action drained Brent of all remaining sanity in him.
He pulled back her waist and claimed her lips, sucking on it like it was the only water needed to quench his thirst.
Tiffany moaned into his mouth, grabbing and fumbling with his hair. At that moment it was just the two of them, like nothing else mattered to them.
All the anger and questions haunting Tiffany were gone, all she wanted was more and more of Brent.
Brent carried her up, seating her on the large table where the flower vases were kept, he did it without breaking the kiss.
He pulled Tiffany’s waist closer to his, as her legs wrapped around his waist. Their lips danced with each other as the sounds filled the seating room, in accordance with their rash breathing.
Brent only broke the kiss, when he noticed Tiffany was out of breath. He looked at her wet swollen lips, a smile escaped his lips, as they were panthing to catch back their breath.
“You want to feel beyond this ?” He asked. His voice is husky and sexy.
Tiffany nodded, meeting his stares.
“Promise you won’t stop talking to me, after this” she said, staring into his eyes.
“I won’t. I promise.” he kissed her forehead.
Tiffany smiled and hugged him.
“Your room or mine ?”
“Yours” Tiffany giggled as Brent tickled her neck.
Brent pulled her away to kiss her lips again, this time rougher yet gentle. He then carried her into his room, laying her on the king sized bed.
Still not breaking the kiss, he used his knees to open her thighs, accessing him in between her thighs.
Tiffany moaned, into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Their lips and tongues were dancing, each competing for dominance. Good thing, Tiffany was a quick learner. She learned from the best.
Just when Tiffany was about to run out of breath, Brent’s kisses trailed down her neckline, her earlobe, sucking and leaking every inch of her skin, like she was his favorite food.
Tiffany knew she wasn’t going to last long, if she continued staying with Brent. He was going to be the death of her.
His hands slid under her silky night gown, he smiled when he noticed she was bare inside, there was nothing obstructing his touches and advances.
Tiffany cried loudly in pleasure, when Brent’s warm palms squeezed her nipples, she arched her back, moving her body in pleasure.
Yes there were other parts of her body, calling and yearning for his touch, but he decided to take it slowly, making sure each skin felt his touch.
Tiffany slightly raised her back, as Brent pulled away the only fabric covering her gorgeous body. He groaned in pleasure, loving what he saw. All he wanted to do was to slowly take care of each skin, kissing and imprinting himself on it, till there’s no more space left.
Brent smiled, when he looked at her cooked face. It was so red like cooked shrimp. Once again, he leaned in and kissed her lips.