Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 134: Three Steps 2

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Her voice wasn’t rude. It was shy. Almost uncertain. She still hadn’t turned around.

Liam didn’t answer right away.

He just reached out and pulled the blanket over both of them.

The warmth settled around them immediately, trapping the heat of their bodies in the small space beneath.

"What I want," he said finally.

His voice was low. Calm. Direct.

Tasha didn’t say anything.

She just went still.

Not tense. Not pulling away.

Just still. Like she’d been waiting for him to say exactly that and now that he had, the decision was made.

’The way he said that. Like he didn’t need permission.’

Tasha pressed one finger between her thighs — almost without thinking — and felt the answer before she could pretend the question wasn’t there. ’God. What is wrong with me?’

He moved closer.

His chest pressed against her back through the thin fabric of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt.

The heat of him soaked through immediately, his body warm and solid behind her.

She could feel everything.

The rise and fall of his breathing.

The way his chest expanded and pressed more firmly against her with each inhale.

The faint pressure of his hips against the curve of her ass.

And his cock. Already hard. Pressing against her through his sweatpants.

Her breath caught.

Liam’s hand moved to her hip. His palm settled there, warm and heavy, his fingers spreading slightly against the fabric.

Then he slid his hand upward.

Slowly. Deliberately.

His palm traveled up her side, feeling the curve of her waist, the dip and rise of her ribs beneath the oversized shirt. When he reached the underside of her breast he stopped.

Tasha’s breathing had gone shallow.

He cupped her breast through the shirt. Gently at first. Just holding the weight of it in his palm, his thumb brushing across where he knew her nipple was.

It was already hard.

He felt it through the fabric, a small firm point against his thumb.

He rubbed it in a slow circle.

Tasha’s breath hitched.

"Turn over," he said quietly.

She hesitated for just a second.

Then she rolled onto her back.

The blanket shifted with her, settling lower across her body.

The lamp on the side table threw soft light across her face, catching in her damp black hair spread across the pillow.

Her blue eyes looked up at him. Wide. Waiting.

Liam leaned over her, bracing one arm beside her head. His other hand stayed on her breast, still touching her through the shirt.

He watched her face as he squeezed gently.

Her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment before opening again.

"Liam," she said quietly.

He didn’t respond. Just moved his hand to the hem of the shirt and started pulling it up.

She lifted her arms without him asking, letting him pull the navy fabric over her head and toss it aside.

Now she was bare from the waist up.

Her breasts were heavy and round, more than a generous handful, the kind that held their shape even as she lay back.

Her nipples a soft pink and already hard from his earlier touch.

Her stomach was flat and toned, rising and falling with her breathing.

Her skin was smooth, flushed slightly across her chest and neck.

Beautiful.

Liam’s hand moved to her breast again.

This time there was nothing between his palm and her skin.

Soft. Warm. The weight of it filling his hand perfectly.

He squeezed, his thumb finding her nipple and rubbing across it.

Tasha’s back arched slightly off the bed, a quiet sound escaping her.

"Mmh."

He did it again. Slower this time.

Watching the way her body responded, the way her breathing changed, the way her thighs pressed together beneath the blanket.

Then he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.

Tasha gasped.

His tongue circled the hard bud, slow and wet, before he sucked gently.

Her hand flew to his hair, fingers threading through and gripping.

"Oh fuck," she breathed.

He kept going. Sucking. Licking. His teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make her jerk beneath him.

His free hand moved to her other breast, kneading it, his thumb working her other nipple in the same slow circles.

Tasha’s hips shifted beneath him. Small restless movements. Her thighs pressing together, then parting slightly, then pressing together again.

She was already wet. He could tell without even touching her there.

The way she was moving. The way her breathing had gone uneven. The faint flush spreading down from her neck to her chest.

He released her nipple with a soft wet sound and moved to the other one.

She made another sound. Louder this time.

"Ah."

His tongue worked her slowly, thoroughly, paying attention to the way her body reacted to every lick, every suck, every graze of his teeth.

Her grip in his hair tightened. Her back arched higher, pressing her breast more firmly into his mouth.

He could taste the faint salt of her skin. Smell the clean scent of soap from her shower mixed with something warmer, something that was just her.

After a long moment he pulled back.

Tasha’s chest was heaving now. Her nipples were flushed darker, wet and swollen from his mouth.

He looked at her face.

Her eyes were glassy. Her lips parted. Her cheeks flushed deep pink.

"Liam," she said again. Her voice was breathy. Needy.

He didn’t answer.

’I’m going to take my time with her. Make her need me so badly she can’t think straight.’

Just moved lower.

His mouth went to her ribs first. Kissing. Licking. Tasting the salt on her skin, feeling the way her breathing stuttered under his lips.

Then down to her stomach.

He kissed just below her navel. His tongue traced a slow line across her skin, warm and wet.

Tasha’s stomach muscles tensed beneath his mouth.

He kept going. Kissing lower. His hands sliding down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, her hips.

When he reached the waistband of her panties he stopped.

Hooked his fingers into the black fabric and pulled.

She lifted her hips immediately, helping him slide them down her thighs, past her knees, off completely.

Now she was fully naked beneath him.

He looked at her.

Her legs were pressed together, her thighs slick with wetness. Her pussy hidden between them, but he could see the evidence. The shine on her inner thighs. The way her hips shifted restlessly.

He put his hand on her knee.

Pushed gently.

Her legs parted.

Not wide. Just enough.

He could see her now. Her pussy swollen and pink and glistening. Wet from earlier. Wet from now. The small strip of dark hair above neatly trimmed.

He moved between her legs.

Settled between her legs, bracing his weight on his forearms

Then he took her right leg and lifted it.

Draped it over his shoulder.

Tasha’s breath caught, her body going rigid for a moment.

The position opened her completely. Her other leg still flat on the bed, this one bent and resting on him, giving him full access.

He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh.

Her skin was soft. Smooth. Warm under his lips.

He licked.

A slow wet stripe from the top of her inner thigh, tasting salt and the faint musk of her arousal.

Tasha made a quiet sound.

He licked again. Closer to where she wanted him. Then again. Moving lower with each pass, his tongue dragging along her skin, following the wetness that had spread there.

’Oh god. He’s taking his time. He’s not rushing. Why does that make it worse?’

Her thighs were trembling now. Her hand found his hair again, fingers threading through but not pulling. Just holding.

He reached the crease where her thigh met her body.

Licked there. Slow. Deliberate.

Then finally, he moved to her pussy.

He spread her legs wider. Both hands on her thighs now, holding her open.

Then he leaned in and licked.

One long slow stroke from her entrance up to her clit.

Tasha cried out, her back arching clean off the bed.

"Oh fuck."

He did it again. His tongue flat and wet, dragging through her folds, tasting her fully.

Salt and musk and something sweet underneath. The wetness coating his tongue immediately, warm and slick.

She was so soft. Her folds smooth and swollen under his tongue, sensitive and responsive.

He focused on her clit.

Circled it slowly with his tongue. Then sucked gently.

Tasha’s whole body jerked.

"Ah— Liam—"

’I can’t— it’s too much— it’s so good—’

Her hips started moving. Small desperate rolls forward, meeting his mouth, chasing the feeling.

He worked her steadily. His tongue moving in slow circles, then faster, then slow again. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her thighs shake.

Wet sounds filled the space. The slick slide of his tongue. The soft sucking sounds when he pulled her clit into his mouth. Her breathing ragged and uneven above him.

Her legs shook on either side of him hard now. Her hand in his hair gripping tighter.

"Liam, that’s enough," she gasped. "I want you. I want you now."

’There it is.’

He moved back up the bed carefully. His ribs pulled with the movement but he kept his face even.

Settled between her legs, his weight braced on his good side.

He pushed his pants down just enough to free his cock.

Hard and thick, the head already slick with precum.

He positioned himself at her entrance. The head pressing against her, feeling the wet heat there.

Tasha’s breath caught, her whole body going still.

He didn’t push in.

Just stayed there. Right at the edge. Letting her feel it.

"Beg for it," he said quietly.

She blinked. Her eyes going wide.

He pressed forward just slightly. Not entering. Just enough pressure to make her feel what she was about to get.

"Beg for it," he said again.