Lesbian House Hunters #07

Dani turned the key and the door clicked shut. She wanted the listing, the money, everything. Then she turned around and Sinn's heat filled the hall—bare shoulders, the kind of skin a person studies with their hands. Sinn took two slow steps forward, past the gallery wall, her robe slipping at the neck so a nipple showed dark against pale light. She caught Dani's wrist, placed her palm on the curve beneath her breast, and murmured that the house bent certain ways if you listened close. Dani answered with her mouth instead of the paper they both knew they wouldn’t sign today. Sinn’s robe vanished across the floor. Dani dragged her fingers between wet folds, found the rhythm that made the woman’s thigh twitch, every stroke answered by the rasp of quick breath near her ear. Sinn dropped her hips, coated Dani’s knuckles in a wet, glossy sound, then sank to her knees without invitation. She opened Dani’s belt with her teeth, pulled the slacks down, tongue diving straight in until Dani’s knees locked against the lacquered console table. Dani grabbed the window sill above her head, breath caught hard in her throat, then dragged Sinn up, spun her, pressed her belly flat over the marble counter. Two fingers pushed inside from behind, curled until the woman’s moan took the shape of her name—drawn-out, helpless. Sinn tightened around the knuckles, walls pulsing like a throat swallowing. Dani held her there, knuckles knuckle-deep, heartbeat hammering against Sinn’s spine until the tremors ebbed. Afterwards the paper lay untouched beside the coat rack while sweat cooled on their stomachs, the air thick with the sweet heat of what they’d just claimed instead.