Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Elena’s hand moved slowly. Deliberate. Her fingers curled around him, her grip loose but sure, her eyes still on his face.

Liam looked down at her. "Where did they find them? The kids."

Elena’s hand stopped.

She looked up at him. One eyebrow lifting slightly. "Really?"

"I’m just asking."

"You’re distracting yourself." She tilted her head. "Stop."

"Elena—"

"Liam." Her voice was patient. Final. The way someone speaks when they’ve already decided the conversation is over. "Later."

Her hand moved again.

Liam let out a slow breath and dropped his head back against the pillow.

She worked him slowly, her grip tightening slightly with each stroke, watching his face the whole time. Her hair fell forward over one shoulder. Her skin was warm under the low light of the room, smooth across her collarbone, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Look at me," she said.

He did.

She held his gaze and lowered her head.

"Ah..." The sound came out before he could stop it, his jaw tightening, his hand moving to her hair without thinking.

She took her time. No rush. Her lips moving over him slow and deliberate, her tongue pressing flat before curling. The warmth of her mouth was immediate and overwhelming. His fingers tightened in her hair slightly and she made a soft sound low in her throat that he felt more than heard.

"God..." His voice came out rough.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still close, her breath warm against him. "You were saying something?"

"Nothing," Liam said. "Forget it."

She smiled. Then took him in again, deeper this time.

His head went back. His free hand gripped the sheets. The fan kept turning overhead, the soft whir of it filling the room underneath everything else. Her hair was soft between his fingers, and she smelled like something warm and faintly sweet, the kind of scent that lingered close.

She set a rhythm. Slow strokes, her head moving up and down, her hand working in tandem at the base. Every few seconds she’d pause at the top, her tongue circling, and each time it pulled a sound out of him he hadn’t planned on making.

"Mmh..."

She looked up at him from under her lashes. Still going. Eyes dark.

"You’re enjoying yourself," Liam said.

She pulled off with a soft sound. "Obviously." She pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then looked up at him. "You taste good."

He reached down and pulled her up by the arm before she could go back down.

She came up easily, her body sliding against his as he shifted positions, his hands finding her waist and flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. She landed with a soft sound, her hair spreading out across the pillow, her lips parting slightly.

Her chest rose and fell quickly now. Her breasts full and round, moving with each breath, her nipples already hard. Liam’s eyes moved over her for a moment.

Then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly across her nipple.

"Mm..." Elena’s back arched slightly off the mattress, her hand coming up to press against the back of his head. "Yes."

He pulled it into his mouth. Sucked. His hand came up to cup the other one, his fingers pressing into the soft weight of it, his thumb brushing across the nipple slowly.

"Liam..." His name came out breathless.

He switched sides. His mouth closing over the other nipple, his tongue pressing flat against it before flicking slow and deliberate. Her hand gripped the back of his head tighter. Her chest pushed up toward him, the soft flesh of her breasts moving with each sharp inhale, each exhale that came out slightly broken.

"Don’t stop," she said. "Right there."

He kept going. His hand squeezing, his mouth working, her body shifting underneath him, her hips lifting slightly off the mattress. The scent of her was stronger now. Warm skin and something underneath it that was just her, clean and faintly sweet, the kind of smell that made it hard to think straight.

He trailed his mouth down. Across her stomach. Felt her muscles tighten under his lips as he went lower.

Her breathing changed.

"Liam." Her voice was quieter now.

He looked up at her from where he was. She was watching him, her chest heaving, her lips slightly parted.

He held her gaze and lowered his head.

"Oh—" The word cut off. Her head pressed back into the pillow, her hand gripping his hair. "Oh god..."

He took his time. His tongue moving slow, learning what made her grip tighten, what made her thighs press against the sides of his head. Her hips moved against him, trying to chase the feeling, and he pressed his forearm across them to hold her down.

"Don’t..." Her voice was breaking. "Don’t do that, just let me—"

He kept his arm where it was.

"Liam—"

"Stay still," he said against her.

She made a sound that wasn’t quite a word. Her fingers curled tight in his hair.

He found the right spot and stayed there. His tongue pressing and circling, the rhythm slow and consistent, and the sounds she made started coming faster, shorter, higher.

"Ah... ah... yes... right there..."

Her thighs were trembling. Her whole body pulled tight, her back curved off the mattress, her free hand gripping the sheets beside her.

"Don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

"Ah— oh god— I’m—"

Her body went rigid. Her thighs clamped against the sides of his head. Her hand in his hair gripped so tight it pulled. The sound that came out of her was long and broken, her hips jerking against his arm despite everything, her whole body shaking through it.

"Oh... oh fuck... oh..."

He stayed with her through it, gentle now, easing her down. Her grip on his hair slowly loosened. Her thighs fell open. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

He kissed the inside of her thigh once, then moved back up her body.

Elena’s eyes were half open, her expression loose and unfocused. Her hair was spread out around her, her lips parted, her skin flushed warm across her chest and neck.

Liam settled over her, his weight on his forearms on either side of her.

She looked up at him. Something in her face shifted. Soft in a way she didn’t usually let things be. Her hand came up and touched his jaw, her thumb tracing slow.

"I missed you," she said quietly. Not performed. Just said.

Liam looked at her for a moment.

Then he lined himself up and pushed in slow.

Her breath caught. Her eyes stayed on his. "Ah..."

He kept going. Taking his time. Feeling the way her body adjusted around him, warm and tight, her hand on his jaw not moving, her eyes not leaving his face.

"I missed you too," he said.

Her lips pulled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. Her legs came up around him. And then neither of them said anything else for a while.

He started moving.

Slow. Long strokes. Her breath hitched with each one, soft sounds slipping out that she wasn’t trying to control anymore. Her chest moved with every thrust, her breasts rising and falling, the soft weight of them shifting each time his hips met hers.

"Mm..." Her head tilted back slightly. Her fingers tightened at the back of his neck.

Liam dropped his head and pressed his mouth to her throat. Felt her pulse against his lips. Fast. Getting faster.

"Liam..."

He picked up the pace. Just slightly. Her hips rose to meet him, matching the rhythm without thinking about it, her body finding his naturally.

"Yes..." The word came out low. Drawn out. Her other hand found his back, her nails pressing lightly into his skin. "Just like that."

He kept going. His forearms braced on either side of her head, close enough that he could feel the warmth coming off her skin. She smelled like heat and something sweet underneath it, the scent of her stronger now, rising off her neck and her chest with every breath.

Her breasts pressed against him with each thrust, soft and warm. He shifted his weight to one arm and brought his hand down, cupping one, his thumb dragging slow across the nipple.

"Ah—" Her back arched. "Don’t stop. Keep doing that."

He kept his thumb moving. Her nipple hardened further under it, her chest pushing up toward his hand, her whole body responding to both things at once, her hips losing their rhythm slightly as the sensation doubled.

"Fuck..." Her voice was barely there now. "You feel so good.""Yeah?" His voice came out rough against her neck.

"Yeah." She turned her head, her lips finding his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "God, yeah."

He thrust harder. Once.

Her breath cracked. "Oh—"

He did it again.

Her legs pulled him in tighter, her ankles locking, her nails dragging across his back. The sounds she was making were continuous now, soft and broken, one bleeding into the next.

He thrust harder. Finding a rhythm that made her grip tighten every time.

"Ah... ah... yes..."

Her head pressed back into the pillow. Her hair spread out around her, damp at the edges now. Her chest flushed deep pink, her breasts moving with every thrust, the soft weight of them shifting each time his hips met hers.

He dropped his head and took one into his mouth without slowing down.

"Oh god—" Her hand flew to the back of his head, holding him there. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He kept going. His tongue pressing flat, his hips moving, her whole body pulling tight underneath him.

"Liam— I’m close— I’m so close—"

He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were half shut, her lips parted, her face completely open in a way she’d never let it be anywhere else.

He drove into her harder.

"Oh— oh fuck— yes—"

Her nails dug in. Her back curved clean off the mattress. The sound that tore out of her was long and ragged, her thighs shaking, her whole body trembling through it.

"Ah— ah— oh god—"

He felt it. The way she tightened around him. Pulling. Overwhelming.

He buried himself deep and followed her over, his jaw clenching, a rough sound pressing out through his teeth.

"Fuck..."

They stayed like that. Neither moving. Just breathing.

The fan turned overhead. The room was warm. Somewhere outside a car passed, the sound fading quickly into nothing.

Elena’s legs slipped down slowly. Her hand in his hair loosened. She exhaled long and slow, her chest dropping, her whole body going soft beneath him.

Liam shifted his weight and rolled to the side, lying on his back beside her.

For a moment neither of them said anything.

Then Elena turned her head toward him. Her hair across her face. Her expression quiet and unguarded in the dim light.

"I really missed you," she said. Softer this time. Like she meant it more than the first.

Liam looked at the ceiling. At the fan still turning.

"I know," he said.