Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Grace looked at him over her shoulder. "What’s wrong?"

"You got any body oil?" Liam asked. "Massage oil. Whatever you have."

Grace pushed herself up slightly on her elbows. "Body oil?" She turned her head to look at him properly. "Why do you need that?"

"It’s part of the process."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you really stressed your body out, so I’d need it for a great result." He looked at her evenly. "Without it, the tension comes back in a day. Maybe two. Do you want it coming back in two days, Grace?"

Grace studied him for a moment. Deciding if he was serious. Then she nodded slowly. "No. Give me a minute."

She got up off the floor. Padded toward the hallway.

Daisy lifted her head from the rug, watched Grace disappear around the corner, then got up and trotted after her. Nails clicking on the hardwood floor.

Liam sat back. Looked around the living room. It was tidy. Organized.

A few minutes passed.

Grace came back around the corner, Daisy at her heels.

She was holding a small amber glass bottle, the kind with a pump top.

She held it out toward him, her expression slightly uncertain.

"This is what I have. It’s what I use after workouts." She glanced at the bottle. "There’s not a lot left. Is this enough?"

Liam took it. Turned it over in his hand. Checked the label. "This is fine. This works."

Grace looked relieved. "Okay."

"Lie back down."

She lowered herself back onto the floor.

Her arms folding under her head. Her cheek resting against them. Daisy circled once and then settled on the rug nearby, chin dropping onto her paws.

Liam pumped a small amount of oil on her back.

The smell reached him immediately, it was a faint herbal smell.

Then he paused and looked at the bottle again.

He set it down on the coffee table carefully. "I’m not going to use it all. I want to save some for later."

Grace turned her head slightly. "For later?" A small frown. "What are you planning on using it on?"

"Don’t worry about it."

Grace opened her mouth. Closed it. Then she turned her face back down and settled against the floor.

Liam’s hands came down on her back.

His palms moved across her skin with a slow, uninterrupted slide, the friction gone, every movement smooth and continuous.

He started at her shoulders.

The same spots he’d worked before. But this time his hands didn’t catch or drag. They just moved.

Grace’s reaction was instant.

"Oh—" A quiet sound. Surprised. Like she hadn’t expected it to feel that different.

He worked the first spot near her shoulder blade. Long, slow strokes over the muscle, his thumbs pressing in at the centre and fanning outward. Her skin warmed under his hands, the oil absorbing slowly, the slight sheen of it catching the light from the window.

"Mm..." Her eyes closed. "That’s... that’s different."

"Different how?"

"Just..." She exhaled slowly. "Nicer. A lot nicer." A pause. Her fingers spread flat against the floor beneath her. "Please don’t stop."

"I’m not stopping."

He moved lower. Down the line of her spine.

His hands spreading wide across her back, palms flat, working in long even strokes from her mid-back up to her shoulders and back down again. Slow. Deliberate. Taking his time with every inch.

The oil caught the light as his hands moved, her skin gleaming faintly beneath him.

Grace’s breathing changed. Deeper. Slower. Small sounds escaping her that she wasn’t fully controlling.

"Mm... ah..."

He found the spot near her ribs again. The one that had been the tightest. He worked it carefully, his fingers pressing in with steady circular movements, feeling the muscle release gradually under the pressure. Her whole side softened under his hands.

"Ah — yes. Right there." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He stayed on that spot longer than the others. Working it with both thumbs now, pressing deep and releasing, pressing and releasing.

Her moans came steadily, each one slightly louder than the last, her body sinking further against the floor with every passing minute like the tension that had been holding her rigid was finally letting go all at once.

Then he moved to the base of her spine. Just above the waistband of her panties. His thumbs pressing in on either side. Moving outward in slow arcs, then back in again.

"Oh god..." Grace’s hands gripped the rug in front of her. Her fingers curling into the fabric. "That’s..."

"Too much?"

"No. No, don’t stop." A breath. "No, for a reason it feels really amazing when you do it."

’Shit, I didn’t know this was going to work so well,’ Liam thought, a smile tugging at his lips.

His hands continued moving across her back, unhurried, covering every inch of skin from her shoulders to her waist.

He went back over spots he’d already worked, finding new angles, different pressure.

The oil had warmed fully now, her skin glowing with it, every point of contact smooth and fluid and continuous.

He let his hands drift lower. Just past the base of her spine. His palms spreading wide across the top of her hips, his thumbs pressing in slow deep circles just above where her panties sat.

Grace’s whole body shifted. Her hips pressed down against the floor.

"Mm... ah... hm..."

The sounds coming from her were getting less controlled. Less quiet. Less like someone trying to keep it together.

Liam glanced toward the window. "You’re making a lot of noise."

Grace turned her face slightly into the crook of her arm. "Sorry."

"Your neighbor might hear you."

A pause. Then Grace let out a breathless laugh. "That’s your fault." Her voice was muffled. "You’re making me feel too good. What am I supposed to do."

"Be quieter."

"I can’t." Another sound escaped her as his thumbs pressed in again, deeper this time. "Mm — I genuinely can’t right now."

Liam smiled. "Is that so." His hands kept moving. Unhurried. "Because the sounds you’re making are doing something to me too."

Grace went slightly still. "What?"

Liam stopped.

He sat back. Grace turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. Confused.

He stood up, moved around to her front, and crouched down so he was level with her face. He held her gaze for a moment.

Then he reached for his zip and pulled it down.

Grace’s eyes dropped. Went wide. She stared for a moment, then looked back up at his face. Her cheeks were already red. "Okay." Her voice came out smaller than usual. "So. What do you want me to do?"

Liam looked at her calmly. "Why don’t you start by helping me out."

Grace stared at him. Her lip caught between her teeth. The flush spreading down her neck and across her chest.

She reached out slowly.

Her fingers wrapping around him.

She felt the size of him in her hand and something shifted in her expression immediately. Her grip adjusted. Her fingers barely meeting around him.

’He’s big,’ she thought. ’Really big.’

She opened her mouth and took him in.

Liam’s hand moved into her hair. Resting there. Not pushing.

She started slow. Her lips stretching wide, her jaw working as she found her depth. She pushed further and felt him reach the back of her throat and her eyes watered slightly at the corners.

’He fills my whole mouth,’ she thought. ’My jaw is starting to hurt already.’

Her hand came up to grip the base of him, steadying herself, and she started to move properly.

Her head rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Her lips sliding down his length and back up. The sounds in the room shifting entirely.

Liam exhaled quietly through his nose.

She worked steadily. Finding her pace. Her hand and mouth moving together, her eyes closing fully as she settled into it. Daisy had retreated to the far end of the room entirely.

"Good," Liam said quietly.

Grace made a low sound around him. Her hand tightened slightly.

’Too deep,’ she thought. ’He keeps reaching too deep and I keep letting him.’

She didn’t stop.

His free hand moved. Down to the small of her back. Across her waist. Slow. Then further. To the thin lace waistband of her panties sitting low on her hips.

His fingers found the fabric at the center. And pulled it slowly upward.

Grace’s breath hitched sharply around him. A muffled sound escaping from deep in her throat as the lace drew tight and rode up between her cheeks. Her hips shifted against the floor involuntarily, pressing down, then lifting slightly.

She kept going. Her mouth still full, her rhythm still holding, but her breathing had changed. Faster now. Her free hand gripping the rug.

He kept the fabric held taut with one hand and let one finger from the other trace slowly downward along the inside of the lace.

"Mm—"

He pressed lightly. Just enough.

Her hips pushed back toward his hand.

"Feeling good?" he asked.

Grace nodded. Slow and deliberate. Her mouth still occupied. Her eyes still shut.

He moved the panties further to the side. His finger pressing in gently. Then a second joining the first. Her body resisting for just a moment and then opening around him.

Grace’s back arched up off the floor.

"Mm — hm—" Muffled. Tight. Her whole body reacting, her thighs pressing together for a second before she consciously spread them wider and pressed her hips back against his hand. Wanting more of it.

He moved slowly. Letting her feel every movement fully. His fingers curling slightly on each stroke, finding the spot that made her jaw go slack around him.

"Mm — oh — mm—"

Her rhythm was breaking. Her head still moving but slower now, less controlled, her focus splitting between what her mouth was doing and what his hand was doing and she couldn’t fully hold both.

Liam reached forward with his other hand and found the bottle of oil on the coffee table. Picked it up. Pumped a small amount into his palm and let it warm for just a second.

Then he drizzled it slowly.

Grace pulled back from him with a sharp gasp, her mouth coming free. "Oh—" Her voice broke. Her hand gripping him hard. Her eyes flying open. "That’s — warm—"

"Too warm?"

"No." She breathed. "No. Don’t stop. Keep going."

She dropped her head back down and took him in again. Deeper this time than before. Like the sensation had unlocked something.

He worked the oil in slowly. His fingers moving in a long unhurried rhythm, each stroke drawing all the way out and pressing back in fully. Her whole body rocked forward with each one. Her sounds came freely now, completely muffled but impossible to contain, filling the room around them.

"Mm — hm — mm — ah—"

He picked up the pace slightly. His fingers moving faster, the oil making everything slick and warm and overwhelming. Her hips were moving with him now, rolling back to meet each stroke, her body working with his hand instead of just receiving it.

Her rhythm on him was completely gone. She was just holding him now, her mouth still full, her hand gripping the base tightly, small desperate sounds escaping around him every few seconds.

The room was warm. The air thick. The only sounds were her muffled moans and the faint wet sound of his fingers and somewhere outside a car passing slowly on the street.

Her whole body started to tighten. Her thighs drawing together. Her back curving.

She pulled back from him. Gasping. Her forehead dropping forward onto her arms. "I’m close," she managed. Her voice completely gone. "I’m really close — Liam—"

"Not yet," he said.

Grace’s head came up. Her eyes found his. Wide. Flushed. Completely desperate. "What?"

Liam looked at her. His fingers still moving. Steady. Unhurried.

"Not yet."