Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

"Not yet," he said again.

Grace stared at him. Her chest heaving. Her lips swollen. "Then what—"

Liam stood up.

He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it. His jeans came next, unbuckled and pushed down in one motion. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Everything landing in a pile on the floor.

Grace watched him from where she lay. Her eyes moving over him slowly.

Liam looked down at her. "Raise your ass."

Grace swallowed. Then she pushed herself up onto her knees, her palms flat on the floor, her back arching downward and her hips lifting. The thin lace panties still on, pulled slightly to one side from before.

Liam crouched behind her. His hand finding her hip. The other moving between her thighs.

He pushed the fabric aside again and slid two fingers in.

"Oh—" Grace’s arms buckled slightly. She caught herself. Her hands pressing harder into the floor.

He moved deliberately. Long strokes. Deep. His fingers curling upward on each one. His other hand pressed flat against the small of her back, holding her hips exactly where he wanted them.

"Ah... ah... Liam—"

He kept going. Not fast. Just steady and relentless, each stroke finding the same spot, her body rocking forward slightly with the rhythm and pushing back to meet him.

"I’m going to cum," Grace said. Her voice strained. "If you keep doing that I’m going to—"

"Don’t."

She turned her head. "What?"

"Hold it." His fingers didn’t slow. "Don’t cum."

"Liam I can’t—"

"You can." He pressed deeper. "Hold it."

Grace’s whole body tensed. Her thighs trembling. Her hands fisting against the floor. She was breathing through her teeth now, short sharp inhales, fighting her own body.

"Mm — ah — I swear — Liam—"

"Hold it."

She made a sound that was halfway between a moan and a sob. Her hips were moving on their own now, rolling back against his hand, her body chasing the feeling even as she tried to contain it.

Liam watched her. Then he pulled his fingers back slowly.

Grace exhaled hard. Her head dropping forward. Her whole frame shaking slightly with the effort of pulling back from the edge.

"Good," he said.

He hooked both thumbs into her panties and dragged them down her thighs. Past her knees. Off entirely. He tossed them to the side.

Then he positioned himself behind her.

’God,’ he thought, pressing forward slowly. ’She’s tight.’

Her body resisted for just a second. Then he pushed through and sank in fully and the sound that came out of Grace was nothing like the ones before. Raw. Unguarded. Her back arching sharply, her head dropping, her fingers clawing at the rug.

’She’s gripping me like a vice,’ he thought. ’Every inch.’

He stayed still for a moment. Letting her adjust.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." Barely a word. More of a breath. "Yeah. Just — give me a second."

He gave her the second. His hands resting on her hips. Feeling the slight tremor running through her.

Then he started to move.

Slow at first. Long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before pressing back in fully. Grace made a sound on each one. Quiet at first. Building.

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

His hands tightened on her hips. He picked up the pace slightly. The sound of it filling the room. Her body swaying forward with each thrust.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her breasts moved beneath her with the rhythm, swaying heavily, the pale skin flushed pink. Her hair had fallen loose across her face. She didn’t push it away.

"Liam..." Her voice was thin. "That’s — that’s deep—"

"Too deep?"

"No." A sharp breath in. "No. Don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He drove forward harder and she gasped, her whole body jolting, her ass pressing back against him instinctively. He gripped her hips tighter and matched the motion, pulling her back as he pushed forward.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — god — ah—"

Her sounds were getting louder. Filling the room. Liam glanced toward the front of the house.

"Your neighbor is going to hear you."

Grace turned her face into the floor. "Liam—"

"The whole street might hear you."

"Don’t say that—" A sharp breath. "That’s embarrassing—"

"They’ll know exactly what’s happening in here."

"Liam please—" Her voice cracked on a moan. "Don’t — ah — don’t say that—"

He thrust forward hard.

"Ah!" She clapped a hand over her mouth immediately.

Liam smiled. Kept going. The pace relentless now, each thrust deliberate, the sound of skin sharp and steady in the quiet house.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her hand was still pressed against her mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Muffled sounds escaping through her fingers anyway.

He reached forward and grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back gently. Her hand fell from her mouth.

"Ah — ah — oh god—"

"Let them hear," he said.

"Liam—" Her voice broke. "I can’t — I’m going to—"

"Not yet."

"I can’t hold it—"

He pulled out completely.

Grace made a sound of pure frustration. Her hips still moving. Still searching. "Why do you keep—"

"Turn over."

She turned. Slowly. Her chest heaving. Her face completely flushed, her hair everywhere, her lips swollen and parted.

She lay on her back and looked up at him.

Liam reached for the oil bottle. Pumped a small amount into his palm. Then he ran both hands slowly up her inner thighs, his palms warm and slick, moving upward until his thumbs pressed against her and she sucked in a sharp breath.

He worked slowly. Massaging the inside of her thighs in long strokes, his thumbs grazing her with every pass, never quite giving her what she was pushing her hips toward.

"That’s not fair," Grace said.

"Relax."

"I can’t relax you just—"

His thumb pressed directly against her clit.

"Oh—" Her back came off the floor. "Oh god—"

He kept the pressure. Slow circles. Watching her face. The way her mouth fell open. The way her hands gripped the rug on either side of her.

"Liam," she breathed. "Please."

He leaned down. His mouth finding the inside of her thigh. He kissed it once, soft, then dragged his lips upward slowly. Felt her whole body tense in anticipation.

Then he stopped just short.

"You’re evil," Grace said. Her voice completely unsteady.

"Relax."

"I am relaxed—"

He pressed his mouth to her.

"Ah—" Her hand flew into his hair immediately. Gripping. Not pushing. Just holding on.

He worked slowly. Deliberately. Taking his time the way he had with the massage, the same unhurried patience applied somewhere entirely different. Her hips lifted toward him. He pressed one hand flat against her stomach to hold them down.

"Mm — ah — stop — please don’t stop—"

"You want me to stop or not?" Liam said, his pace never breaking.

Her thighs closed around his head slightly. He kept going.

"Liam — I’m — I’m close again—"

He pulled back.

Grace made a sound that was almost angry. "Why—"

He was already moving up her body. His hands planting on either side of her shoulders. She looked up at him, completely flushed, completely desperate.

He pushed in.

"Oh fuck—" Her legs came up around him immediately, her ankles crossing behind his back, pulling him deeper. Her nails found his shoulders.

He started slow again. Hips rolling forward in a steady rhythm. Her breasts moved with each thrust, rising and falling, the skin flushed and warm. She watched his face and he watched hers.

"You feel good," he said.

She laughed. Breathless. "You feel — ah — unfairly good."

He pushed deeper.

"Oh—" Her laugh cut off. Her head went back.

He picked up the pace. Her whole body moving with him now, the floor beneath them solid, his knees finding grip against the rug.

Her boobs bounced with the rhythm, continuous and heavy. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails dragging.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — ah — Liam—"

"You’re moving," he said.

"What?"

He nodded downward. Her hips were working with him. Meeting every thrust. Pushing up as he pushed forward.

"You keep saying you can’t handle it," he said. "But you’re the one moving."

Grace opened her mouth. Closed it. Her face going even redder. "That’s — that’s not—"

He thrust forward hard and she stopped talking entirely.

"Ah — god—"

Her legs tightened around him. Her hips moving faster now, less controlled, her body taking over completely.

He sat back on his knees and pulled her hips up with him, changing the angle. Her legs fell open on either side, her back still flat on the floor, her hips raised.

From this position he could see everything. The way her stomach tensed with each movement.

The way her breasts fell to the sides and shook with every thrust. The way her face twisted with pleasure, her lip caught between her teeth, her eyes struggling to stay open.

He reached forward and pressed his thumb against her clit again.

"Oh — oh god — Liam—" Her whole body twitched. "That’s — that’s too much—"

"Is it?"

"Yes — I mean — ah — no—"

He kept both going. His hips steady. His thumb working.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — ah — ah—"

Her sounds had stopped being words entirely. Just pure reaction. Her hands were flat on the floor on either side of her, bracing, her hips working with him even as the rest of her fell apart.

He slowed deliberately. Long, deep strokes. Grinding forward on each one.

Grace’s eyes rolled back slightly. "Oh... oh that’s..."

"Good?"

"Too good." Her voice was barely there. "Way too good. I can’t — Liam I genuinely can’t—"

"You can."

"I’m going to cum I swear—"

"Hold it."

"I can’t hold it — please — just let me—"

He pulled one of her legs up over his shoulder. Changed the angle completely. Deeper than before. Her breath left her entirely on the first stroke.

Then came back as a sound.

"Ah—"

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her whole body was shaking now.

Her boobs moving with every thrust.

Her hands alternating between gripping the rug and pressing against her own stomach like she was trying to feel him from the outside.

’She’s incredible,’ he thought. ’Every time I move she gets tighter.’

He leaned forward, folding her slightly, and pressed his mouth to her neck. Felt her pulse hammering under his lips.

"Liam—" His name coming out broken. "Liam I’m — I’m so close — please—"

"Not yet."

"I can’t—" Her voice cracked. "I genuinely cannot — my whole body is—"

"Look at your hips," he said quietly.

She looked down. Her hips were moving. Continuously. Rolling up to meet him on every stroke, her body completely beyond instruction now, chasing what it needed regardless of what her mouth was saying.

A beat of silence. Just the sound of them. The creak of the floor. Her breathing.

"Shut up," she said finally.

Liam laughed. Low. He kept moving.

"Ah — ah — god — ah—"

He reached down and picked up the oil bottle one more time. Let a thin stream drizzle between them where they met. Grace made a sound that had no word attached to it. High and immediate.

The sensation changed. Warmer. Smoother. Every movement amplified.

"Oh — oh god — Liam—"

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Please," she managed. Her voice completely gone. Just breath and sound. "Please I need to — please just let me—"

He looked down at her.

Her face completely undone.

Her hair spread across the floor. Her chest rising and falling fast, her breasts flushed deep pink, her whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

He kept moving.

Steady. Deep. Relentless.

"Liam." Barely a sound. "Liam. Please."

His pace broke into short deep strokes and then stilled. A low sound leaving him through his teeth.

"Together," he said, his voice rough. "Don’t let go yet."

Grace nodded. Her jaw tight. Her whole body trembling with the effort of holding on.

"Now."

She came apart completely. Her back lifting off the floor, a long broken sound tearing out of her throat, her thighs locking around him as Liam followed right behind her.

They stayed like that for a long moment. The room quiet except for their breathing slowly finding its way back to normal.

Grace’s hands released his arms. Her back settled against the floor. Her eyes closed.

A minute passed.

Then she was asleep.

Right there on the floor. Her chest rising and falling slowly, her face completely relaxed, her hair spread out around her.

’Knew that was going to happen the second she finished,’ Liam thought, a smile tugging at his lips.

He reached over and laid his shirt across her shoulders. She didn’t stir.

Daisy padded over, sniffed her once, and lay down beside her.

Liam leaned back on the floor. Looked up at the ceiling.

He stayed there a while.