The empty listing

The apartment is empty, bright, and locked, and I am talking into the phone with my heels still on because I like the sound they make when I shift. Kyle is on the other side of the room with his hands in his pockets. He is forty, my partner. We already date. This is not a showing and there is no deal in it. I finished my day, texted him the code, and told him to come want me with no paperwork in it. He asked at the door if that was still the plan. I said yes. I said you do not get to touch until I walk over there.

I made him wait. Blazer buttoned, ponytail tight, I crossed the bare floor slow and stood between his shoes. I told him to look, not grab. He looked at my mouth, my throat, the heels. I said tell me what you want. He said he wanted to kneel and lick my cunt until I forgot the day, and then fuck me against the wall if I said so. I said kneel. The heels put my cunt at a height he liked. I held his shoulder and let him mouth my cunt through the underwear first, a tease for both of us, until I was too wet for the game. I said pull them aside. He did. His tongue was eager and accurate on my clit. I praised him by not rushing, then I said stop, I want your cock.

He stood when I tugged him. I turned to the wall, looked back, and said yes, now, fuck my cunt, do not be gentle unless I ask. He put his cock into my cunt and fucked me with one hand braced beside my head, the heels keeping me tipped just right. I came fast, surprised by it, and told him to keep going. He asked if he could cum in my cunt. I said yes. He did, breath on my neck, still careful of my hair because I had told him once that I like to walk out looking composed. We fixed our clothes. I put the lock back the way the seller expects. The tease was mine. The yes was ours.