Chapter 4: “Temptation on Her Tongue”

Will's heart pounded in his chest as he rang the doorbell of Suzanne's house. The summer air was heavy, matching the anticipation that hung between them. Suzanne had been his neighbor for years, a constant, tantalizing presence in his life. Her confident stride, her laughter that seemed to echo just for him, and those breasts—full and inviting—had fueled countless fantasies. Today, she needed help moving furniture, or so she said.

The door swung open, and there she stood, a vision of casual elegance. Suzanne's top was a second skin, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination. The absence of a bra was evident, her nipples pressing against the fabric, teasing him with their firmness. She greeted him with a smile that seemed to hold a secret, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Will, darling, come in," she purred, stepping aside to let him pass. He couldn't help but brush against her as he entered, feeling the heat of her body through the thin material of her top.

They started in the living room, where a large bookshelf needed to be repositioned. Will tried to focus on the task, but his gaze kept drifting to Suzanne. She moved with a fluid grace, her body bending and stretching in ways that made his pulse race. Each time she leaned over, he caught glimpses of her cleavage, the soft valley between her breasts an invitation he longed to explore.

Their touches were innocent at first, guiding each other around the heavy furniture. But as the afternoon wore on, the air between them grew charged with a palpable desire. Will's hand would graze her waist as they maneuvered a couch, or her chest would "accidentally" brush against his arm. Each contact was a jolt of electricity, igniting a fire within him.

After several hours of labor, Suzanne suggested they take a break. They retreated to the kitchen, where she fetched two glasses of water. Will watched as she took a sip, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass in a way that made his mind wander to filthy places. Then, with a coy smile, she pretended to fumble, spilling a few drops down her chest.

"Oops," she said, her voice dripping with innocence as the water trickled between her breasts. Will's eyes followed the trail, his mouth going dry. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants, straining against the fabric.

Suzanne noticed his discomfort and reveled in it. She took a step closer, her body heat radiating towards him. "Is everything okay, Will?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, unable to form words, his gaze fixated on the wet spot on her top. Suzanne reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before she pressed her body against his. The feel of her breasts squished against his chest was almost too much to bear. She held him there, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to make a move.

With a playful smirk, she pulled away, leaving Will aching for more. "We should get back to work," she said, her tone light, as if she hadn't just set his world on fire.

They returned to the living room, but the dynamic had shifted. Will's mind was a whirlwind of lust, his body responding to Suzanne's every move. She seemed to delight in his torment, bending over with exaggerated slowness, giving him ample views of her ass and the lacy edge of her panties peeking out from her shorts.

It was when they were moving a heavy oak desk that Will finally snapped. As they lifted together, he stumbled, causing Suzanne to lose her balance. They fell in a heap, the desk landing with a thud beside them. Will found himself on top of her, his body pressed between her legs. The laughter died in their throats as they locked eyes, the air crackling with tension.

Slowly, Will lowered his head, giving Suzanne every opportunity to stop him. But she didn't. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues exploring each other with a fervor that left no room for doubt.

Suzanne's hands roamed over his back, pulling at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. Will broke the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head before claiming her mouth once more. His hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the fabric of her top. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back, seeking more.

With a swift motion, Will pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. They were even more magnificent than he had imagined, full and round with dusky pink nipples that begged to be sucked. He broke their kiss to trail his lips down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally to her breasts. Suzanne gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking hard.

Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts. Will switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while his hand caressed the newly neglected one. Suzanne was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking against his, the heat between her legs evident even through their clothes.

Will slid a hand down her body, slipping it beneath the waistband of her shorts. His fingers found her soaked panties, the damp fabric clinging to her swollen lips. He teased her through the material, tracing the outline of her pussy, feeling her wetness seep through.

Suzanne's breaths came in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, Will," she panted, "I need you inside me."

He didn't need to be told twice. In a flurry of motion, they stripped each other of their remaining clothes, their bodies finally skin to skin. Suzanne's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his cock, thick and hard, standing at attention. She licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes.

Before he could react, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Leaning forward, she took his cock in her hand, guiding it between her breasts. Will groaned as she squeezed her breasts around his shaft, the sensation of her soft skin against his sensitive member almost too much to bear.

Suzanne rocked back and forth, her breasts creating a tight, slick tunnel for his cock. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, the visual of his dick disappearing between her luscious tits almost as arousing as the physical sensation.

Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Suzanne released his cock from her cleavage and slid down his body. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Will's hips bucked as she swallowed him whole, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her throat constricting around his tip.

She bobbed her head, her hand twisting around the base of his cock in time with her mouth. Will's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his body coiling with the impending release. But he wasn't ready to finish yet. With a Herculean effort, he pulled her off his cock, her lips popping free with a wet sound.

"Get on your back," he growled, his voice husky with need.

Suzanne complied, spreading her legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Will positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. They locked eyes as he pushed forward, her tight, wet heat enveloping him.

They both moaned as he filled her completely, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. Will's thrusts started slow, savoring the feel of her pussy gripping his cock, but soon picked up speed, driven by the overwhelming need to claim her, to make her his.

Suzanne's moans grew louder, her nails raking down his back, her body arching to meet his thrusts. "Harder, Will," she begged, "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, pounding into her with wild abandon, their bodies slapping together, the room filled with the sounds of their fucking. Suzanne's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared her climax.

Will reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. That was all it took to send her over the edge. Suzanne's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing beneath him, her pussy gripping his cock in a vice-like grip.

The sensation of her coming undone around him was too much for Will to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her waiting pussy.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Will rolled off her, pulling her close, their hearts beating in sync.

As they lay in the afterglow, Suzanne propped herself up on one elbow, a wicked grin on her face. "I think we've earned another break," she said, her hand trailing down his chest, her fingers wrapping around his semi-hard cock.

Will chuckled, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. "I think you're right," he replied, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

It was going to be a long, delicious afternoon.

As the sun began to set, Will finally stood up, stretching his sore muscles. Suzanne watched him dress with a satisfied smile on her face. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, and the power was intoxicating.

"Same time next week?" she asked, her voice full of promise.

Will leaned down, capturing her lips in one last searing kiss. "I'll be here," he said, his eyes full of lust and something more, something that made Suzanne's heart flutter with anticipation.

He left her house with a spring in his step, his body humming with the memory of their encounter. Suzanne watched him from the doorway, her gaze lingering on his retreating form. She had set out to seduce him, to have her way with him, but somewhere along the way, things had shifted. This was no longer just about sex. This was the beginning of something deliciously complicated.

And as she closed the door, a thrill of excitement ran through her. The game was just getting started, and Suzanne couldn't wait to see where it would lead.