Chapter 4: Climax
Lisa Thompson tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear as she stood at her kitchen island, chopping vegetables for the stir-fry, which she had decided on with a seductive dinner in mind. It was a warm, summer evening in Suburban Street, and the rumble of the occasional lawnmower, coupled with the laughter and screams of the neighborhood children outside, had lulled her into a gratifying sense of normalcy.
In reality, nothing could be further from the truth. For tonight, Lisa had something wholly wicked brewing; something decidedly out of the ordinary for her quiet, suburban life.
Lisa glanced surreptitiously at the clock on her oven, the hands inching closer to seven, and she felt the tingle of nervous anticipation building in her belly. Tim Smith (she mentally savored his surname) was due to arrive any moment, his response to her hastily-worded text message earlier saying he would be "delighted" to share dinner with her this evening.
Lisa felt the familiar stirring of lust low in her stomach as she imagined him walking through her front door, the tantalizing proximity of his young, firm body, which she intended to enjoy to the fullest before the night was through.
Tim's footsteps sounded on her front porch just as her thoughts began to drift too far, and she took a deep breath, composing herself before walking into the hallway to greet him.
When she swung the door open, she wasn't disappointed.
Tim was casually dressed, revealing his chiseled torso and athletic build to perfections. His handsomeness was impeccable, with his dark brown eyes piercing into Lisa's soul and setting her desire on fire.
"Tim," she managed to coo, stepping aside as he approached and unleashed the scent of fresh soap and clean sweat.
She inhaled deeply and licked her lips, already anticipating his touch.
"Lisa," he replied, grinning rakishly as he passed her, taking note of the way her hips swayed invitingly in the short silk robe. "I see you decided to dress up for the occasion."
Lisa blushed, her cheeks hot under his verbal scrutiny. "Only for you," she admitted, letting the robe fall open as she closed the door behind him.
He was on her in an instant, his hands palming her breasts through the sheer material.
He bent his head and bit down on her neck, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. "Fuck," Lisa hissed, and Tim grinned against her skin.
He lifted his head, his gaze dark and intense as they stood in the hallway, the sexual tension between them practically thrumming in the air. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed in a low voice, his hands sliding down to grip the curve of her ass.
Lisa met his confession eagerly.
"Yes, yes," she breathed, arching into him. "Tim, please."
He didn't need further encouragement. His hands left her ass to shove her robe down to the floor, exposing her nudity beneath. Tim groaned at the sight of her, reveling in the way Lisa's curves beckoned him. He dropped to his knees, and with one swift motion, he parted her thighs and pressed his mouth hungrily against her mound.
Lisa gasped as he began to explore her folds, his tongue darting out to taste and tease.
"Fuck, Tim," Lisa moaned, unable to contain her pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter with every flick of his tongue. "That feels so damn good."
Tim's hands gripped her ass tighter, holding her steady as his tongue plunged deeper inside of her. Lisa cried out louder, unable to control herself as her orgasm rose within her.
"You taste so fucking good," Tim mumbled against her skin.
His fingers joined in on the assault, and Lisa's legs wobbled as he worked her until she reached her peak.
"Oh, fuck, Tim! I'm coming," Lisa cried out, and Tim's mouth and fingers continued to move as her orgasm crashed over her. She trembled, gripping his shoulders for support, riding out the waves as he lapped up every last drop of her pleasure.
Lisa's breath caught as he stood up and kissed her, the taste of herself on his lips driving her wild.
"I need you, Tim.
Now," Lisa panted as she tore at his clothes, her hands frantic against his buttons. He didn't hesitate. With a hungry moan, he shoved her back against the wall, practically ripping his shirt off and unbuckling his pants.
Lisa watched with barely concealed desire as he freed his cheese-stick thick cock, the same one she had often fantasized about. Tim wasted no time, gripping her thighs and lifting her up, pressing the tip of his cock against her slick entrance.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, aching to feel him inside her.
"Fuck, Tim," Lisa groaned, her voice barely above a whisper as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling her up one exquisite moment at a time. She threw her head back, reveling in the stretching sensation as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Yes, baby, just like that," Tim muttered, his voice husky and barely controlled.
He began to thrust, his pace slow but building gradually, as if savoring every instinctive reaction from Lisa's body.
Lisa matched his steady movements, their hips swaying together against the wall. A low whimper escaped her throat, and she could feel her release building rapidly. His cockbanged her like a sledgehammer, and she could see the glint of pleasure in his eyes, his enjoyment of driving her crazy.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Tim gritted out, sweat trickling from his brow.