Chapter 3: Rising Action
Lisette glanced up at Jean from beneath her lashes, her piercing green eyes locked on his, the depth of their color intensifying as she delicately ran her tongue over her painted lips. She rose to her knees, her lithe figure swaying sensuously before him like a willow tree in the breeze. Slowly, with a seductive grace that sent shivers down his spine, she leaned in and wrapped her beautiful lips around him.
Her head moved back and forth, taking him deeper into her mouth, and he groaned in sheer, unfiltered pleasure. He reached down, tangling his fingers in her silken blond locks, his hips thrusting unabashedly forward to meet her eagerness.
"Mon Dieu, Lisette," Jean cursed, eyes rolling back as she hollowed her cheeks and took him in further, her tongue swirling languidly around his throbbing length.
She moaned, the vibrations rippling through his very core.
Lisette licked at the tip of Jean's erection, her skilled tongue tracing the glistening drops of pre-cum that continued to accumulate. Her hand, firm and sure, stroked him in tandem to her oral attentions, driving him to the brink of madness.
Jean couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed the waistband of her skimpy underwear, a mixture of silk and chiffon, and pulled it aside, exposing the moist warmth that his cock had been yearning for.
With a growl, Jean spit between Lisette's thighs, his aim true, hitting the wet spot. Something primal surged within him, a desire to mark her, to claim her body as his own.
Lisette let out a low, throaty moan as Jean spit between her legs, her back arching in response to the anticipation of what was to come.