Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 219: Wash My Back For Me Please [+R18]

Elena looked at him sitting on the couch and then looked at herself and then looked at the general state of both of them.

"I need to shower," she said, glancing back with a slow smile. "Wanna come?"

Liam looked at her. "You were sitting on a log."

"I was sitting on a log in a forest while two people were trying to kill each other in front of me," she said. "I feel dirty."

"That’s not how being near a fight works."

"Also the log," she said. "I don’t know what was on that log. Bark. Moss. Whatever lives inside old wood." She looked at him with complete seriousness. "I could have caught something."

Liam put his hand over his face. "That’s not how logs work."

"Either way," she said, already standing, already reaching for the hem of her top, "I’m getting a shower and you’re joining me."

She pulled the top up and off in one movement and dropped it.

Liam watched it fall.

’It’s the fact that she knows I know. She was just looking for an excuse to have something with me,’ he thought to himself, a smile tugging at his lip.

She reached behind her back for her bra clasp.

He looked down at the front of his trousers.

’And it’s working,’ he thought.

She started moving toward the passage, her bra coming loose, her hands bringing it forward off her shoulders as she walked, her back bare, her hair falling down between her shoulder blades.

She dropped the bra somewhere in the passage without looking at where it landed.

Liam watched her ass move from side to side with each step she took and started pulling his shirt off over his head.

He followed.

Through the passage, his jeans coming undone as he walked, stepping out of them somewhere near the bathroom door, leaving them on the floor of the passage without stopping.

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The bathroom was the kind that came with a lake house built by someone who understood that the point of having somewhere like this was to feel like you were treating yourself properly. Wide and clean with walls pale stone tile running floor to ceiling, warm lighting from fixtures set into the ceiling that gave everything a soft amber quality.

A double vanity along one wall, the countertop a single piece of dark marble, two sinks set into it with brushed gold taps.

A freestanding bath on the far side near the window, deep and wide, the kind you got into with intentions.

And the shower, a large glass enclosure in the corner, wide enough for two people to exist in without negotiating for space, the rainfall head overhead the size of a dinner plate.

Elena stepped in and reached for the controls.

Water came down from the rainfall head immediately, the sound of it filling the bathroom then steam began to gather at the top of the glass enclosure.

She turned her face up into it and ran both hands through her hair, pushing it back, her eyes closing briefly.

Liam came through the bathroom door.

He looked at her through the glass for a moment.

Then he opened the enclosure door and stepped in.

The water hit his shoulders and he exhaled without deciding to.

Elena had her back to him, her hands still moving through her hair, the water running down her spine and across her ass and down her legs.

She turned her head slightly when she heard him step in but didn’t say anything.

He reached past her for the liquid body wash on the shelf, a large dark glass bottle, and pumped a generous amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together briefly.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned.

Her boobs pressed directly against his chest as she completed the turn, the contact immediate and warm, her nipples hard from the water temperature and everything else and pushing into him clearly through the steam.

She looked up at him from that distance.

"You do know I said wash my back," she said.

Liam’s hands were already on her ass.

Both of them, palms spreading wide across the full curve of it, the body wash making everything slick, his fingers pressing into the softness of it, the bubbles forming between his hands and her skin as he worked.

"Oh—" The sound came out of her before she finished the sentence.

Her hands went to his chest to steady herself. "That is not my back."

"I thought you said backside," he said.

She looked at him. "That is a lie and you know it."

"Is it," he said, squeezing again.

"Mm—" Her head dropped slightly.

"Yes." She looked back up at him, her expression doing the thing it did when she was trying to maintain composure over something that was actively working against that goal.

"It is absolutely a lie." A pause. "But I don’t hate it."

He kept going.

Both hands moving across her ass, the soap and the water making everything smooth and warm, his fingers spreading and pressing and working slowly, taking his time with it the way he took his time with things he was enjoying.

She pressed closer to him.

Her boobs pushing harder against his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin every time either of them moved.

Her hands on his chest had gone from steadying to gripping, her fingers pressed flat against him.

"You’re going to like this more," he said.

He moved one hand from her ass and brought it around to the front of her, his fingers finding her between her thighs, pressing in slowly.

"Oh—" Her head went straight to his shoulder, her face pressing against his neck, her breath warm against his skin.

Her boobs compressed between them as she pressed closer, the full weight of them against his chest, her nipples hard points in the pressure.

He felt her legs shift.

He worked slowly.

His fingers moving in steady deliberate strokes, his other hand still on her ass, holding her close and holding her up at the same time.

The water came down on both of them from the rainfall head above, warm and continuous.

"Mm — ah—"

Her sounds came into his neck, muffled and warm, each one slightly less controlled than the one before.

Her legs were already shaking, he could feel it in the way her weight shifted against him every few seconds, her body leaning more heavily into his as the shaking got less manageable.

He curled his fingers slightly on the next stroke.

"Oh god—" Her grip on his chest tightened. Her whole body pressed into him harder, her boobs flattening against his chest, her face buried in his neck.

He kept the pace.

Steady and unhurried, feeling every response she gave him and coming back to the specific things that produced the clearest ones.

His thumb found her clit and pressed lightly and she made a sound that had nothing controlled about it anywhere.

"Liam — mm — ah—"

Her legs were shaking continuously now, no longer in intervals.

She had most of her weight on him, her hands gripping his chest with her nails pressing in, her sounds coming freely into his neck, each one arriving before she decided to make it.

He kept going.

’She’s close,’ he thought, feeling the change in her, the way everything had tightened, the way her breathing had gone completely ragged against his neck. ’Right there.’

He pressed his thumb and curled his fingers at the same time.

She came.

Her whole body locked against his, her hands pulling at his chest, a sound tearing out of her into his neck that the shower did nothing to cover.

Her legs gave completely and he felt it, his arm around her tightening, holding her weight as she shook against him in long continuous waves, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her boobs pressed hard against him through all of it.

He held her through every second.

When it passed she slumped against him, her face still in his neck, her breathing wrecked and slow, her legs finding their footing again gradually.

She started to slide downward.

He caught her.

Both arms coming around her, pulling her back up, holding her against him in the warm water of the shower.

"Bed," he said quietly. "Unless you want to get the floor dirty."

She laughed. Short and breathless and genuine. "I’m fine with dirty," she said into his neck. "Take me to the bed."

He turned the shower off.

He got them both out of the enclosure and found a towel from the rack by the vanity and wrapped it around her loosely, more for the walk than anything else, and then he picked her up and carried her through the passage and into the bedroom.

The bed was wide and dressed in white linen, the window beside it showing the dark surface of the lake outside. He set her down carefully on the edge of it, her feet finding the floor, and she looked up at him from where she sat.

He leaned down and kissed her.

She kissed him back immediately, her hands coming up to his face, and he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, one hand finding her waist, the other bracing beside her on the linen.

"Ehm, ehm," a voice came from the doorway.

Liam moved away from Elena so fast he was sitting upright at the far edge of the bed before his brain had fully processed what had happened, his hands up slightly, his whole body language communicating a man who had been caught doing something by someone whose opinion of him mattered.

Elena didn’t move.

She looked toward the doorway with the composure of someone who had not been caught doing anything because she didn’t operate on the premise of being caught.

Wrath was standing in the doorway.

Fully dressed and dry.

His jacket back on, his grey hair neat. Looking exactly as he always looked, which was like a man who had not recently been skipping across the surface of a lake at speed.

"We have to go," he said.