You Make Me Nervous

                                    

                                          
Your jaw drops. You instantly freeze as you look at her and her perfection. You don't knew for how long you stare at her, lost in all of her beauty, but you're brought back on Earth by Angelina's voice, laughing :
                          
"Will you let me in ?"
                          
You shake your head to try to fully get back to reality and awkwardly smile, disappearing inside your apartment to leave her the access to the door. She laughs, and how much had you missed her laugh, and look at you sweetly as she passes you, entering your place for the first time.
                          
"And you said you were not the kind of lesbian to like having everything neat ?"
                          
You nervously laugh.
                          
"I actually keep this place this way ever since I've slept at your place. Made me ashamed I guess."
                          
Angelina turns around and smiles to you. God, this smile could make you melt right now, you missed seeing it so much it hurts. She lingers a finger on your counter, looking by the window for second before panting her gaze in yours again.
                          
"You don't need to be nervous you know ?"
                          
Her eyes looking towards you make you nervous already and you can't repress another awkward laughter.
                          
"I know. I'm sorry I can't help it, you make me nervous."
                          
She lets go of the counter and walks in your direction, taking small and slow steps, slightly biting her lip. You're leaning against the wall already but you know you wouldn't have moved an inch even away from it. In no time your bodies are so close you're almost touching, and you can feel her breath on you again. She breathes in your neck for second before pushing her body against yours, making you shiver from head to toe. She softly whispers in your ear which turns you on immediately.
                          
"When did you say your friend was coming ?"
                          
You struggle staying focused on what she says as your breaths are getting shorter and you feel all your desire flow in you.
                          
"I told her 8. She's probably gonna come in real soon."
                          
"It's only 5:30."
                          
"I know but I left early and it's Pri..."
                          
You're cut off by Angelina's lips crashing onto yours, without restraint, a kiss full of hunger and desire. You kiss back instantly, yearning for her tongue inside your mouth. Your lips fit on each other perfectly as always, and it never felt better to kiss someone but Angelina, because you know this isn't just a silly kiss. It's a mark of your love for her, it's not selfish, it's sharing parts of you with her every time you touch.
                          
She slides her hand under your skirt and feeling your wetness already, she can't help but flash a smile. This smile. Her touch makes you want to pass out, you feel yourself dripping over your panties. As soon as she feels your wetness on her fingers, Angelina ferociously bites her bottom lip, already reddish, and slowly gets down on her knees, tracing the line of your body with her free hand as she goes. With both hands she makes your skirt roll up. She look right into your eyes before cleaning your thigh from the wetness flowing on them, first with the tip of her tongue. As she comes closer to your center she starts kissing your inner thigh, in the most subtle yet so arousing way. You can't help but let out a quiet moan. You grip on her head, submerged by pleasure.
                          
"Angelina..."
                          
Her lips leave your thigh and by one stare at her wicked and hungry look, you can already guess her next move. She softly takes your panties between her teeth, mindful not to bite you, and in a violent movement contrasting with the delicacy of her last action, she rips out your underwear and throw it on the floor, revealing your pulsating pussy. You can see all the lust in her eyes as she starts playing with your clitoris with her tongue, circling around it slowly. You tilt your head back and dig your nails into the tapestry, letting out a louder moan now.
                          
"You like that huh ? You that nasty little girl."
                          
"Angelina don't stop..."
                          
She smiles devilishly before placing her full lips around your clit. They're soaked with your own wetness. Before you can anticipate anything she starts sucking, harder and harder as she goes on. You think to yourself that you could become one with the wall as you press yourself so hard against it to keep standing. You've never experienced anything like that except with her, she makes you weak, and although weakness is the last thing you'd wish to think of yourself, you'd let yourself be anytime for Angelina.
                          
Your hands move from the wall to her shoulder. Your grip on her black T-shirt, biting your lip almost enough to make you bleed as you don't want to scream. You know you're close.
                          
"Angelina I'm gonna cum."
                          
She looks at you, her eyes shining brighter than ever. Now you know what you missed last time. Her tongue lingers on your clit making your whole body shiver and without a working she slides a finger in your dripping wet pussy. As she does she stands back up, her leg lingering on yours. You slightly hear her telling you to cum but you're already shaking from your release. She doesn't have the time to thrust her finger between your tightening walls that you reach your orgasm, you essence flowing on Angelina's hand and thigh. She doesn't put her finger out of you, working you through your orgasm.
                          
"Oh fuck Angelina..."
                          
She slowly draws her fingers coated in your essence to her mouth, licking every inch of her hands but not her lips. She kisses you and you taste yourself immediately. She knows it so she she waits a while, too long for your taste, before inserting her tongue in your needy mouth. Her lips part from yours and explore your face, going from the cheek to the jawline, softly kissing your neck. You close your eyes and can't help moaning.
                          
"Angelina..."
                          
Caught up in your own pleasure, you hardly succeed in letting go of her to slip and hand on her thigh. You feel her shudder under your touch and her kisses stop for a short second. You know she wants to be in control, and you want her to make you feel it, and what better way to accomplish that than by provoking her ? As soon as she gets her composure back, she savagely bites your shoulder and you yell out her name, submerged by pleasure. The pain isn't real, all you feel is more desire flowing into you. Licking your bleeding flesh, Angelina starts undoing the button of your shirt. Your heart races. It beats so loudly in your chest it's all you can hear, and so you don't hear the door unlocking.
                          
"Girl, you told me you were not gonna run a... Holy fuck."