Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Elena broke the kiss, her body suddenly going still in his lap.

She lifted her hips slightly, shifting her weight until she was sitting right in the middle of his thighs.

The movement brought her bare ass flush against his lap, the slick heat of her skin resting directly above his lower stomach.

She reached down into the steaming water, her warm, manicured fingers wrapping around his dick, which had risen completely rock-hard between them.

Liam frowned slightly, looking down at her. "What’s wrong?"

Even though her fingers were slowly stroking the length of his shaft underwater, she didn’t push herself down onto him. "As much as I really want to do this with you right now..." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on his face.

"We don’t have to rush," Liam said, looking into her eyes as the warm water jet rumbled behind his back. "We could do it more even after this. It’s not like this is the first time."

Elena looked up at him, her dark eyes softening in a way he rarely saw. "I know." She let out a small, quiet breath, her thumb tracing the rim of his tip beneath the surface. "It’s just... I haven’t seen you in weeks, Liam. I was away, handling a lot of meetings, and every single day I just kept thinking about you. I missed you so much."

Her voice quieted down at the end, and a faint shadow of sadness settled over her face.

She looked unusually vulnerable sitting there, bare in the hot tub, holding him while admitting how much his absence had weighed on her.

Liam looked at her, and a strange, heavy quiet settled in his chest.

’She was actually sitting over there missing me this whole time?’ Liam thought, a sudden spike of guilt hitting him.

While she was stuck in hotel rooms across the country thinking about him, he had been living his easy, comfortable life back home—fucking Kelly, dealing with Stella’s bullshit, and casually seeing other girls whenever he felt like it.

He had missed her too, sure, but seeing her look so genuinely down made him feel like a complete bastard.

Without saying a word, Liam reached out and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her warm, wet body and burying her face into his shoulder.

Elena gasped softly, taken completely off guard by the sudden embrace. Her hands rested against his broad chest, and for a second, she just stayed still in his arms.

"Liam..." she murmured against his neck, a small, reassuring smile touching her lips. "Don’t worry. You don’t need to feel sorry for me or anything. I’m just really happy to see you again."

Liam tightened his hold on her, resting his chin against her wet hair. "I missed you too, Elena."

Elena’s face instantly lit up.

She pulled back slightly to look at him, her dark eyes shining under the dim amber lights of the bathroom.

The sad look on her face vanished, replaced by a genuine, bright smile.

She didn’t say anything else; she just rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while the hot water swirled around their waists.

They stayed like that for a long time, enjoying the quiet stillness of the penthouse while the faint hum of the city remained locked behind the thick glass walls.

After a while, the silence was broken when Elena shifted in his arms, sitting up slightly and stretching her neck.

"Liam," she murmured, rolling her shoulders back. "Could you massage my back? My shoulders are completely tense from that long flight."

"Sure," Liam said smoothly.

Elena turned around, sitting between his legs with her back facing his chest.

The steam from the hot tub rose around her, making her smooth skin glisten under the recessed wall lights.

Liam moved his hands up to her shoulders, digging his thumbs deep into the tight muscles near her neck.

He worked his way down, using steady, firm pressure to knead out the knots along her shoulder blades and spine.

Elena let out a soft, low moan, her head tilting back against his chest as his hands worked her skin. "Ah... Liam, that feels so good... Where did you even learn to do this? You feel like a professional masseuse."

’Directly from my sections with Grace,’ Liam thought, keeping his expression completely blank as his mind flashed back to the way Grace used to dig her hands into his back before flipping him over.

Liam kept his thumbs moving in a slow, steady rhythm over her lower back. "I watched a lot of videos on how to do it properly."

Elena was so deeply immersed in the feeling of his hands working through her tight muscles that she didn’t even pay attention to what he said.

She just let out another deep, trembling moan, her hips swaying slightly against his thigh as the tension drained out of her back.

Liam kept his rhythm steady, moving his hands down toward the arch of her lower back. As he worked, he noticed her right hand slipping down beneath the water. Her arm was moving in small, tight circles between her legs.

He glanced over her shoulder and saw her fingers moving against her wet center, flicking over her own clit while his thumbs pressed into her lower spine.

Liam paused his hands on her back, preparing to stop so he could focus on her properly.

"Don’t stop," Elena rasped out immediately, her voice heavy with building arousal. "Keep massaging me, Liam... please."

Liam didn’t argue.

He resumed kneading the base of her spine, using firm, deliberate strokes while she worked herself up.

Elena’s breathing became ragged and shallow.

She brought her left hand up to her chest, cupping her own full breast and squeezing it tightly, her thumb rubbing over her hardened nipple while her right hand continued to finger herself relentlessly underwater.

The splashing in the tub grew faster, her hips writhing against the stone floor of the tub as she chased her own release.

"It’s not enough..." Elena panted out, her voice raw. "Liam, it’s not enough..."

She suddenly stood up in the middle of the tub, the warm water cascading off her long legs and hips in heavy sheets.

She turned around to face him, her skin completely flushed from the heat and her own rising pleasure.

"I can’t get enough of you," she said, her voice shaking as she stepped closer, standing right over him where he sat on the stone ledge. She used her fingers to part her wet outer lips, spreading her pussy wide right in front of his face.

It was completely hairless, bright pink, and glistening wet, dripping with a heavy mix of hot bathwater and her own thick, creamy juices.

Liam looked up at her, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face. "Looks delicious," he murmured.

’Her pussy looks nice,’ Liam thought.

He leaned straight forward, digging his fingers firmly into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling her hips flush against his face.

He didn’t just give her a light lick—he buried his nose right into her wet crease and opened his mouth wide.

Elena gasped out loud—"Liam!"—her fingers instantly knotting into his styled hair as his tongue made contact.

Liam dragged his tongue straight up from the very bottom of her opening all the way to her swollen tip, gathering a mouth full of her hot, sweet taste.

The sound was loud and wet in the quiet bathroom, mixing with the low rumble of the water jets.

He flattened his tongue and pressed it hard right against her clit, lapping at her in long, heavy strokes that made her knees instantly buckle.

"Oh God—!" Elena whimpered, her hands clutching his head as she tried to stay upright.

Liam didn’t give her a second to breathe.

He locked his lips around her sensitive pink tip, creating a tight, heavy suction and pulling it right into his mouth.

He sucked on her clit rhythmically, his tongue flicking fast in tiny, cruel circles around the hard nub while his thumbs dug into her thighs, holding her wide open for himself.

Every time he pulled back, a thick, glistening string of her juices stretched from her pussy straight to his lower lip.

He licked it right back up, flicking his tongue directly into her entrance, tasting how insanely wet she was for him.

He darted his tongue deep inside her tight hole, swirling it around before pulling out to lap at her swollen lips again, taking his time to cover every single inch of her in his spit.

Elena was losing her mind above him. Her hips were twitching involuntarily, shoving her groin harder against his mouth as she tried to force him deeper.

"Liam... stop, wait—" Elena gasped out, her voice totally ruined, her hands weakly pushing against his shoulders. "That’s not... that’s not what I meant..."

Liam pulled his mouth back just half an inch, his lips wet and shining under the amber lighting. He looked up at her through his lashes, his eyes completely dark. "It looked too good to pass up."

’And you’re not getting away that easy,’ he thought.

He plunged his face right back into her heat. This time, he shoved two fingers straight up into her tight, dripping canal, pumping them deep while his thumb laid flat over her clit, grinding down in heavy, relentless circles.

His mouth worked her at the exact same time—sucking, licking, and swallowing every drop of her cream as her body started to violently shake in his grip.

"Liam! I can’t... I can’t stand up!" Elena screamed out, her thighs quivering so hard she couldn’t keep her footing on the stone bottom of the tub. "I’m almost done... I’m gonna—"

Liam didn’t slow down for a second.

He kept his fingers driving deep inside her, his tongue lapping aggressively over her clit until Elena threw her head back, her back arching completely as she screamed his name.

Her pussy clamped down around his fingers in a series of tight, crushing spasms. Heavy, hot squirts of her release spilled straight over his hand and chin, flooding his mouth before running down into the bathwater.

Her legs completely gave out under her.

As she collapsed downward, Liam caught her cleanly around the waist, pulling her bare, shaking body right into his chest.

She rested her head against his neck, taking ragged, gasping breaths, her heart pounding like crazy against his ribs.

Liam reached underwater with one hand, grabbing his rock-hard, throbbing dick and lining it up directly with her wide-open, dripping entrance. He hoisted her up by her hips and drove himself straight up into her.

His thick head stretched her wide, sliding all the way deep inside her pulse-racked pussy in one long, heavy stroke until his pubic bone slammed against her.

Elena let out a long, shuddering exhale right against his throat, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as a brilliant, thoroughly satisfied smile broke across her flushed face.

"Finally..." she whispered into his ear.