Delicious

Angry and In Love

By the time she got to her house, she was furious. She couldn't believe she was furious; by this time, she should feel no emotion whatsoever about Linda. She should feel nothing about this whole situation.

But of course, life is not like that, and specially, not love. She had already been through all the stages of grieve, or so she thought. And those were some horrible months she passed. But here she is, again.

She heard an insistent knocking as soon as she entered the kitchen. She could say she was surprised Linda followed her, but that would be a complete lie. Linda was a persistent, narcissistic bitch, and she would never be the one to receive the last word. She had to give it.

-Open up, Carmen! You can listen from wherever you are in the house! -she shouted, while knocking the door and ringing the bell.

-Of course I can hear you! I can hear you everywhere, even when you're not here! Leave me alone!

-That is so sweet. Honestly. Why don't you say it to my face, sweetie? Open up. Let's talk.

Her tone had changed completely, from almost shouting to the point that the neighbors could be calling the police right now, to this sweet, loving voice that she loved using on her. Linda was bipolar at most times and she could go from explosive, to sweet, to explosive again in less than a minute. And she knew if she didn't open the door now, she would be proved correctly.

She was very tempted on not opening it. But she did anyways. Slowly, she let the door reveal her ex-girlfriend, standing in a non-nonchalant way, like if she was just there one second ago, waiting for her to open the door.

-That wasn't so difficult, was it? -she said, entering the apartment. She tried to hold her by her hips but Carmen got out of her way, closing the door and moving to the kitchen once again.

-You were one minute away from us getting the police here. Again. The neighbors are the same from last time you were living here.

-I know that. Don't talk to me like that. I'm only here so that we can talk about what just happened.

-What is there to talk about? You were with that girl. I entered that bar and saw you. The only way I could have ever found out, by the way. Life is good to me like that, I guess.

-You can't be mad about that. We are not together anymore, remember? And who's decision was that?

She said it with her eyebrows raised, like threatening her to contradict her.

-You are totally right. I shouldn't be mad, and that's why I'm not mad. I'm not anything. You should just leave.

-Some manners yours. But you're not mad, right? What about this little wrinkle here then? -she touched her face, in between her eyebrows, with her finger, and Carmen felt her whole body bolt up.

She took two steps back but ended up against the couch. Fucking small apartment. Stupid wrinkle in her face that she gets when she's mad. Stupidest hot ex girlfriend that was looking at her in a way that made all her inside twist.

The thing with Linda is that she knows every single signal her body makes. From the wrinkle to the sweaty hands, to the way her back arches when she's horny. Like when someone takes you from behind and you literally bend your back forward for contact. Her body does it without a someone; just seeing Linda closely gets her on.

The smirk she gave her let her on with the fact that she intended to take it to her advantage.

-No way you want me to leave -she whispered as she came closer to her. Her hands rested on her legs and she made her way slowly to the top part of her jeans. Carmen hold her hands there, letting a sigh go while she looked Linda in her eyes.

-You are with her. And you're only here because I caught you.

-You didn't caught me. We are not together. This is not cheating and you can't see it like that. It's not like that.

-If it was me the one with another girl, and you saw me, you know how things would be now? You would've trashed my apartment, for sure.

They were still holding each other, looking intently into each others eyes. Linda pulled her eyes away to look at her chest; she pressed her finger in the middle and caressed slowly from one side to the other. Carmen caught her breath and arched her back, more. God, she knew.

-I don't even want to think about you with another girl. There is no way.

There is no way, and that's the truth, Carmen thought. How was it going to, if she couldn't stop thinking about this girl?

-This is not fair, and you know it -she said, using her last string of control. -We are at it again, and somehow I don't think we are ever going to stop.

Linda caressed her hair, in a sweet way. She pressed her lips to her cheek, and stayed there, before moving to her ear. She licked it and bite it, and Carmen knew she had lost the battle.

-Why would you want to stop? You are so delicious. We are so delicious, Carmen, why can't you see?

She could see. She understood. There was no denying how good this was, they were. The sex was so fantastic it could make her masturbate even in her sleep. She would wake up sweaty and somehow hornier than before, just remembering how good her pussy was. But sex's not the only thing that could make a relationship work. Not even the hottest sex of the universe could change the fact that Linda could make her best day go to her worst day in a matter of seconds.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Linda kissing her neck. She grabbed her by the back of her legs and pushed her up, sitting her on the couch. Carmen let her do it, grabbed her back and pressed herself closer. They kissed again, passionately, feeling their whole bodies hot as they started to ease into each other.

Before she could over-think what she really should be doing, Carmen raised Linda's skirt and pressed her hand to her pussy. Linda let out a moan on her neck and pressed forward to her hand.

-You are so wet already. One would think that you get off on the fighting -she teased her while searching for her lips. Linda let out a chuckle before getting lost on the kiss, grabbing Carmen's hair in her hands.

-I think I was wet the moment I saw you. Two weeks without your pussy is too much.

-We are talking too much -Carmen said, not wanting to listen to the fact that this was their first encounter since two weeks ago.

She pulled off the couch and without stopping the kiss, took Linda to their room. Her room. The room. She threw her on the bed and straddled her.

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