Lesbian House Hunters #05

Hayden knew the odds cold before Mellanie even knocked. Low appraisal meant losing her parents' house, so she opened the door wearing nothing beneath a silk slip. At the kitchen table, she poured Mellanie’s coffee without bra or concern, letting the neckline dip low. Mellanie studied the paperwork. Hayden knelt to pick up a pen and stayed there a beat too long. Her fingers grazed the other woman’s ankle and began a slow massage up to the calf. Mellanie’s breathing slowed. Hayden slid her hand higher, pressing between parted thighs, fingers searching until they found damp heat. Mellanie still tried to protest in bureaucrat-speak, but her hips rocked against Hayden’s palm. When Hayden leaned forward and licked the slope of one heavy breast through crisp cotton, numbers lost their grip. She pulled Mellanie onto the table, sliding paperwork aside with careless sweeps. Skirts bunched at waists. Hayden spread her, licked deep between folds that tasted salt-sweet, then slipped two fingers inside, curling them until Mellanie sobbed. The appraiser came hard, thighs clamping Hayden’s head; value-of-home clauses tumbled to the floor. Later, Mellanie signed the inflated number with shaking fingers, the pen still wet from the tongue that had made her sign.