Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

"Hold on," Kelly said.

She rose slowly from the floor, her knees straightening one at a time, the red net shifting and resettling across her body as she came up to her full height.

She reached down and adjusted the fabric across her hips, pulling it straight, smoothing it over her waist with both hands, taking her time about it.

The net caught the light as she moved, the red threads shifting against her pale skin.

’Even just watching her fix her clothes is doing something to me,’ he thought.

Liam watched her from the couch, his arms still spread along the top edge, completely unhurried.

"Are you not going to strip?" he asked.

Kelly looked at him. "No. I want to try something."

"Try what?" The amusement was clear in his voice.

She pointed at him. "Behave. Just wait."

Liam tilted his head. "Yes, Miss Kelly."

"Okay." She turned away from him and stood in the middle of the room, one hand coming up to her chin, her fingers rubbing against it slowly.

Her weight shifted to one hip. Her eyes went slightly distant, looking at nothing in particular on the far wall. "How did I do that again," she said, low and mostly to herself.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Shush. I’m thinking."

’Okay,’ he thought, watching her stand there with her hand on her chin, the red net hanging off her body while she stared at the wall. ’This is genuinely new.’

He stayed quiet.

Kelly stood there for another long moment, her fingers working slowly against her chin, her lips moving slightly like she was running through a sequence in her head.

Her free hand came up and she counted something on her fingers. Then stopped. Then started again.

Then her face changed entirely. Her eyes sharpened and she snapped her fingers once, pointing at the floor in front of her with the same hand.

"I remember now."

"Okay," Liam said. "What is it?"

She didn’t answer. She turned and moved toward the coffee table, her eyes scanning the surface until she found what she was looking for. A small bottle sitting near the far edge. Überlube. Clear glass, gold lettering, the size that fit neatly in one hand. She picked it up, turned it over once, and turned back toward him.

"I’ll show you."

She walked toward him slowly, the net swaying with her movement, her hips shifting with each step. When she got close enough she stopped, looked at him once, and then turned around so her back was facing him.

Then she bent forward at the waist.

’Whatever she’s about to do she looks confident about it. That’s either very good or very interesting.’

Liam went completely still.

The net fell forward with her, the wide open weave doing absolutely nothing to cover what was now directly in front of his face.

Her ass faced him fully, round and firm and pale, the red threads of the net draped loosely across it like decoration. Below that, through the open weave, her pussy was right there. Pink and soft.

She held her position, steady, and reached her arm back toward him with the bottle. "Pour it."

Liam looked at the bottle. Then at her. Then he took it from her hand.

He uncapped it slowly and held it over her, tilting it carefully.

The lube came out clear and slightly thick, running down through the gaps in the net and landing on her skin in a thin stream, spreading over the curve of her ass and running downward.

It dripped through the weave and gathered at the lowest point before falling from there to the floor in slow drops.

’Oh shit,’ he thought, watching it run across her skin through the red threads. ’This is actually really hot. Whatever she’s planning I’m already interested.’

Kelly held her position for another moment, feeling it, and then straightened up slowly and turned back around.

The smile on her face was small and satisfied, the kind that said she had clocked exactly what his expression had done while her back was turned.

She reached out and took the bottle back from his hand without a word.

Then she turned it over his dick and poured.

The lube hit him cold and his breath came in sharp through his nose.

She set the bottle down on the cushion beside him and wrapped both hands around him, and Liam’s jaw tightened immediately.

She worked slowly, one hand following the other in long smooth strokes from the base all the way up, spreading the lube evenly across every inch of him.

Her grip varied with each pass, loose and gliding on the way up, firmer on the downstroke, her thumb dragging deliberately across the head at the top of each movement.

"Tch—"

’She is going to make me finish just from this,’ he thought, his hips shifting forward slightly. ’Her hands are genuinely unfair.’

She kept going, unhurried, the lube fully warmed now and the friction completely gone, her hands moving in one long unbroken sensation that had no start or end to it.

His breathing had changed without him deciding to change it.

Then she stopped.

She picked the bottle up again and reached behind herself, adding a little more, making sure everything was covered properly.

She set it back down and stood in front of him for a moment, looking at him with that same considering expression she’d had when she was standing in the middle of the room thinking.

Then she turned around again, facing away from him, and lowered herself slowly toward his lap, bending her knees, her hands coming back to find him and adjust the angle carefully. Liam’s hand went to her hip instinctively as she settled into position.

’Here we go,’ he thought.

She guided him slowly between her cheeks, the lube making the whole thing effortless and warm, and let herself settle back just slightly so he was held there, pressed between them, the net draped across everything and the thick rope border of the garment sitting just beneath him and adding a firm additional pressure to the whole arrangement.

She held still for a moment. Getting the position right. Making sure everything was where she wanted it.

Then she started moving.

Slow at first. Her hips rolling forward and rocking back in a steady rhythm, her ass moving against him in a continuous motion, the heat of her skin surrounding him completely on all sides.

The lube kept everything smooth, no friction anywhere, just warmth and softness and pressure from every direction.

Liam exhaled slowly. His head tilted back against the cushion. "Hm—"

She picked up the pace gradually, her whole body getting into the movement now, her back arching slightly as she found the angle that worked best, pressing back harder on each stroke.

Her boobs swayed beneath the net with every movement, heavy and full, the nipples pushing through the open weave with each forward rock of her body.

The red threads shifted and caught the light continuously.

The sounds in the room were quiet but present. The faint slick sound of the lube with each movement.

The soft impact of her against him on every stroke. The low creak of the couch cushion beneath him.

She kept going. Her rhythm building steadily, each stroke a little more deliberate than the one before, her hips working with clear intention now. Her breathing had changed, coming slightly faster, her shoulders rising and falling with the effort.

She glanced back over her shoulder. "You enjoying this?"

Liam looked at her. The surprise on his face was genuine and he didn’t entirely manage to hide it. "Yeah," he said. His voice came out lower than he’d planned. "Yeah, I really am."

’I did not expect this to feel this good,’ he thought. ’At all.’

She smiled at that, wide and pleased with herself, and turned back and kept going.

Her pace settled into something steady and rhythmic, the movement smooth and continuous, her body finding its own natural momentum with it.

Liam’s hands rested on her hips, not directing, just holding lightly, feeling the motion of her against him with every stroke.

"I want to cum," he said.

"No." Her rhythm didn’t break for a single second. "Not yet."

Liam exhaled through his nose. "Okay."

He let her keep the pace. She worked steadily, adjusting the angle slightly every few strokes, searching for something specific. Her head had dropped forward a little, her blonde hair falling around her face.

Then she found it.

Her breath changed. A small sound escaping her, quiet and involuntary, different from anything she’d made before. Her hips pressed back with more intention on each stroke, the movement tightening, more focused.

"Mm—"

Her sounds were getting less controlled now, coming more regularly, her rhythm shifting from steady to something more urgent. Liam’s grip on her hips tightened slightly in response.

"I’m close," she said. Her voice unsteady.

Liam blinked. "You’re not even—"

"I know," she said quickly. "I know. The friction is just—" A breath caught in her throat. "It’s really a lot."

He pressed forward slightly to meet her next stroke.

"Oh—" Her back arched. "Don’t do that."

"Why?"

"Because I’ll—" She didn’t finish the sentence. Her pace had broken into something shorter and faster, less controlled, her whole body tensing with the effort of keeping herself together.

Liam felt it building on his end too now, that pressure that had been sitting at a low steady simmer for the last several minutes climbing sharply, tightening with every stroke she made.

He pressed forward again on the next one, matching her.

"Liam—"

"Together," he said. His voice rough. "Hold on. Together."

She nodded once, short and sharp. Her hands found his knees and gripped them.

They moved together for another minute, finding the same rhythm, her pace and his lining up, the sensation building on both sides simultaneously, the room completely quiet around them except for their breathing and the soft continuous sounds between them.

Kelly’s back arched sharply.

"Ah—"

Liam followed a beat behind her, his grip on her hips pulling her back against him as he pushed forward, a low rough sound leaving him through his teeth as everything released at once and held there for a long moment before finally unwinding.

They stayed still. Her back rising and falling slowly. His hands still on her hips. The room settling back into quiet around them.

Then Kelly straightened gradually and lifted herself away from him, rising carefully, her movements slow and deliberate. She stood up fully and turned around, pushing her hair back from her face with both hands.

Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her lips parted. The red net had shifted crooked on her shoulders during everything and sat slightly off centre.

She looked at him.

Liam looked back at her.

"Where did you learn that?" he said.

Kelly pressed her lips together like she was actively fighting a smile. "I have my sources."