"Fuck," Andrea gasped as her back hit the solid wall of her condo. Sharon's teeth were white-hot and razor sharp against the skin of her neck. Andrea had never seen her lover like this before; wild, uninhibited, and so blindly consumed by passion. It was intoxicating.

Sharon groaned as she yanked Andrea's blouse open to reveal the curves of her lover's breasts enchased in a lacey black bra, one she was certain that she'd never seen before.

"They're a set," Andrea said breathlessly, amused by Sharon's reaction. "You should see what I have on under my skirt."

"Can you stop? I'm busy trying to hate you," Sharon ground out as she shoved Andrea's skirt above her hips and cupped her bare ass. "God," she moaned as she traced the fine lace thong along Andrea's hips, towards her center.

"I should work overtime more often then, if this is the reaction it inspires," Andrea gasped. Sharon's fingers had shoved the delicate material aside and were now tracing her wetness.

"I waited for an hour at the restaurant. Everyone was staring at me." Sharon finger's ghosted along Andrea's clit, causing the blonde to cry out.

"Yes, oh Sharon, there," Andrea moaned. "I said I was sorry. I was wrapped up in the case and lost track of the time."

Sharon plunged into Andrea, crooking her fingers upwards to find that sweet spot inside of her lover. "I wanted for us to enjoy a romantic diner tonight. I made reservations two weeks ago," she murmured against Andrea's neck.

But Andrea had lost all sense of coherency; Sharon was driving her absolutely mad with pleasure. The scent of Sharon's perfume and shampoo, the delicious tug of those talented fingers inside of her, the firm friction of her lover's palm against her clit; they culminated to a madness that Andrea would gladly embrace.

Her knees started to wobble, she felt the fire coil low in her abdomen and rush towards her center. Pleasure knifed through her body, sweeping her away from all sense of time and place until the only thing she knew was the weight of Sharon's body next to her, the cool, harsh surface of the wall against her back, the lush wetness of Sharon's tongue and lips as they latched onto her neck.

Andrea slumped forward, breathless and spent. Sharon caught her and steadied their bodies against the wall; their ragged breaths mingled with one another.

"I'm sorry," Andrea repeated once she had regained herself. "I was really looking forward to tonight, so much that I wanted to get everything done at the office so that my boss wouldn't be tempted to call and interrupt us."

Sharon kissed her then, soft and slow; a delightfully tender, but no less passionate, counterpart to how she'd just made love to her.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper," Sharon whispered as they parted. "I know you'd never deliberately stand me up."

Andrea plucked at the button and zipper on Sharon's pants. "If this is what happens when you lose your temper, I need to piss you off more often."

Sharon chuckled as she wiggled out of her pants. Andrea yanked Sharon's panties down and off her legs with one swift motion, then she pivoted their bodies so that it was Sharon's back flat against the wall.

As she sunk to her knees on the ground, Andrea said, "My turn."