Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 119: House Call 3 [+R18]

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The kiss broke, both of them pulling back slightly to catch their breath.

Grace’s eyes were wide, her lips parted and glistening.

Her face was flushed deep red, and she was breathing hard, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts lifting with each inhale.

Liam looked at her, then shifted back slightly, moving to sit properly on the floor with his legs spread out in front of him.

"Come here," he said, his voice low.

Grace blinked, still catching her breath. "What?"

"Sit in front of me," Liam said, gesturing to the space between his legs.

Grace hesitated, her eyes flicking from him to the spot he’d indicated, then back to him.

Her hands moved to cover her chest instinctively, her arms crossing over her breasts, pushing them together and creating a soft curve of cleavage.

’This is happening. This is actually happening. I’m sitting here topless with a guy I barely know and I’m... I’m okay with this?’

"I don’t... I don’t know if..."

"Trust me," Liam said.

Grace bit her lip, her eyes searching his face. Then, slowly, she moved.

She got on her knees first, then shifted forward, positioning herself between his spread legs.

She was facing away from him now, her bare back to his chest, still covering herself with her arms.

Her breasts pressed against her forearms, soft flesh spilling slightly over them.

"Okay," she said quietly, her voice shaky. "Now what?"

Liam didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached forward and gently pulled her back, guiding her until her back was resting against his stomach and chest.

Grace gasped softly at the contact, her body going rigid for a moment before she forced herself to relax.

She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the solid presence of him behind her. His breath ghosted across her shoulder.

"Spread your legs," Liam said quietly.

Grace’s breath hitched. "What?"

"Spread your legs," he repeated. "It’s part of the process."

"Liam, I—"

"We’re not rushing this," Liam said, cutting her off gently. "If we rush, it’ll just disturb the whole thing. You need to relax."

Grace was silent for a moment, her breathing uneven.

Then, slowly, she uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her sides. Her breasts moved with the motion, settling against her chest with a soft bounce, her pink nipples hard and visible.

Her legs, which had been pressed tightly together, started to part.

Inch by inch, she spread them, her knees bending slightly as her feet slid across the hardwood floor. The cool air hit her heated skin.

Liam could see everything now.

The way her pink shorts stretched tight across her hips.

The gap between her thighs.

The way her body trembled slightly as she settled into the position, small shivers running through her.

"Good," Liam said softly.

Grace let out a shaky breath, her head tilting back slightly to rest against his shoulder. "This is insane," she whispered.

Liam’s hands moved to her waist, resting there lightly. He could feel the heat of her skin, the way her muscles tensed under his touch.

Then he started to move one hand lower, sliding it down over her stomach toward the waistband of her pink shorts. His fingers trailed over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Grace’s hand shot down and grabbed his wrist. "Wait."

Liam stopped.

Grace’s breathing was shallow, her grip on his wrist tight. "I just... I need a second."

"Take your time," Liam said.

They stayed like that for a moment, Grace’s hand holding his wrist, her body tense against him. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, the movement hypnotic.

’Why does this feel so right? I should be freaking out. I should stop this. But god... I don’t want to stop.’

Then, slowly, her grip loosened.

She let go.

Liam waited another second, then continued, his hand sliding down until his fingers brushed the waistband of her shorts.

Grace’s breath hitched again, but she didn’t stop him this time.

Liam slipped his hand inside, his fingers sliding under the fabric of both her shorts and her panties.

The moment his fingers made contact with her skin, Grace gasped, her whole body jerking slightly. Her breasts bounced with the movement, swaying before settling again.

"Oh god," she whispered.

Liam moved slowly, his fingers trailing lower until they reached her pussy.

She was soaking wet.

His fingers slid easily through the slickness, and Grace let out a soft moan, her head pressing back harder against his shoulder. Her thighs trembled.

Liam pulled his hand back out, lifting it up where they could both see.

His fingers glistened with her wetness, the light catching on the slick coating. A thin strand connected his fingers together.

Grace’s eyes went wide, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "Oh my god..."

"That’s a good sign," Liam said, his voice calm. "Means your body’s getting ready."

Grace covered her face with her hands, groaning. "This is so embarrassing."

"It’s not," Liam said. "It’s natural."

He slid his hand back down, this time with more confidence.

His fingers found her pussy again, and this time he didn’t pull back.

He started moving, his fingers sliding along her slit, teasing her entrance before moving up to circle her clit.

His movements were slow, deliberate.

Grace’s hands dropped from her face, gripping his thighs on either side of her as she let out a long, shaky moan.

Her breasts swayed slightly with the movement, nipples hardening even more.

"Oh fuck," she breathed.

Liam kept going, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. He could feel how wet she was, how her body responded to every touch. Her hips twitched with each stroke.

Grace’s hips started to move, rocking slightly against his hand.

"Liam," she gasped. "Oh god, Liam..."

He slid one finger inside her, and Grace’s whole body tensed, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Her back arched, pressing her breasts forward, making them lift and bounce.

"Fuck," she moaned, her voice breaking.

Liam started moving his finger, slow at first, pumping in and out while his thumb continued to circle her clit. His finger curled slightly with each stroke, finding that spot inside her.

Grace’s breathing turned into desperate pants, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand now. Her breasts bounced with each movement, flesh jiggling softly.

"More," she gasped. "Please..."

Liam added a second finger, stretching her slightly, and Grace cried out again, louder this time. Her whole body shuddered.

Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, her nails digging in through the fabric of his pants.

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, just like that..."

Liam picked up the pace, his fingers curling inside her, hitting the spot that made her whole body shudder. His knuckles pressed against her entrance with each thrust, his palm rubbing against her clit.

Grace’s head turned, her face pressing against his neck as she moaned into his skin. Her breath was hot and rapid against him.

’God, why does this feel so good? Why am I so into this? I’ve never felt like this before... never wanted something this badly...’

Then she tilted her head up, her eyes finding his. They were glassy, pupils blown wide with desire.

They looked at each other for a moment, both of them flushed and breathing hard.

Grace’s eyes were half-lidded, her pupils dilated.

Then Grace leaned up and kissed him.

Liam kissed her back, his free hand moving to cup the back of her head, pulling her closer. His fingers tangled in her hair.

Grace moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as his fingers continued to work inside her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard against him.

The kiss broke, and they stared at each other again, both of them breathing hard.

Grace’s face was bright red, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. A strand of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her lips were swollen from kissing.

Liam’s hand didn’t stop, his fingers pumping steadily, his thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit. The wet sounds filled the room.

Grace’s moans got louder, more desperate. Her whole body was moving now, her hips bucking, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of his fingers.

"I’m close," she gasped. "Oh god, I’m so close..."

"Can we just... can we just get this over with already?" Grace said suddenly, her voice breaking. "Please, I can’t take this anymore."

’I need this. I need to finish. Why is he dragging this out?’

"We can’t rush it," Liam said, slowing his pace slightly. His fingers decreased their speed, making her whimper.

Grace whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand, trying to chase the friction. "What? Why?"

"We’re not done," Liam said. "You need to hold on a little longer."

Grace let out a frustrated moan, her eyes squeezing shut. Tears of frustration pricked at the corners. "God, this is torture."

Liam kept fingering her, his movements slow and deliberate now, keeping her right on the edge without letting her tip over. His fingers curled and uncurled inside her, teasing.

Grace was a mess, her whole body shaking, her breathing ragged. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and standing at attention. Sweat beaded on her skin, making it glisten.

"Please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Please, Liam, I can’t..."

"Just a little more," Liam said.

He kept going for another minute, maybe two, until Grace was practically sobbing with need. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Her thighs were trembling, muscles jumping under her skin.

Then he stopped.

His fingers stilled completely, still inside her.

"Lie flat on your back," he said.

Grace blinked, her eyes unfocused. "What?"

"Lie down," Liam said, pulling his hand out of her shorts slowly. His fingers glistened. "On your back."

Grace nodded, her movements shaky as she shifted forward and then lay down on the hardwood floor. The cool surface made her gasp.

Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Her skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. Her nipples were hard, pink and pointing upward. Her whole body trembled.

Liam moved, positioning himself beside her. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her stomach, the way her thighs pressed together.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pink shorts and looked at her.

"Can I?"

Grace hesitated for only a second, then nodded. Her hands clenched at her sides.

’There’s no going back now. Not that I want to go back. I want this. I want him. Why do I want this so badly?’

Liam pulled her shorts down slowly, sliding them over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, and finally off completely. Her hips lifted slightly to help him, and her breasts shifted with the movement.

Then he did the same with her panties, the black lace sliding down her legs. The fabric clung slightly to her wet skin before coming free.

Grace was completely bare now, lying on the floor in front of him.

Liam’s eyes traveled down her body, taking in every detail.

Her breasts, full and soft, topped with pink nipples that were hard and standing at attention.

Her stomach, flat and smooth, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

And her pussy.

Pink and glistening, swollen and wet, completely exposed. The lips were parted slightly, and he could see how ready she was. She was soaked, wetness coating her inner thighs.

"Next step," Liam said, his voice low.

Grace looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain but filled with want. Her chest continued to rise and fall rapidly, breasts swaying slightly with each breath.

She nodded.