Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 87: Cheering Her Mom Up 2

Diana’s hands came up to cover her face, her breathing ragged, her body trembling.

"I can’t... we can’t... this is..." Her words were fragmenting, falling apart before they could fully form. She was shaking her head, her white hair falling across her fingers as she tried to compose herself.

They were still on the floor behind the couch, the silence of the house settling around them after Elsa’s footsteps had faded away upstairs.

Liam’s eyes flicked up to the number above her head.

[100/100]

’She’s still at max.’

Diana’s hands dropped from her face, and she looked at him, her eyes wide with panic.

"She almost saw us," Diana whispered harshly, her voice shaking. "Liam, she almost... oh god, what are we doing? This is insane. I’m her mother. You’re her boyfriend. We can’t... we shouldn’t..."

She started to stand, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, like she was fighting her own body.

’I need to calm her down’

Liam reached out gently, his hand on her arm, stopping her.

"Diana," he said softly. "Breathe. Just breathe."

She stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes still filled with panic.

"What if she comes back?" Diana whispered urgently. "What if she comes down here again and finds us? What if she..."

"She won’t," Liam said calmly, his voice steady and reassuring. "She was looking for me. She checked here, didn’t find me, and now she’s probably back in her room waiting. She sounded like she’d given up the search."

Diana’s eyes searched his face and saw a face of someone sure of what he was saying.

"But what if..."

"She won’t," Liam repeated, his hand sliding down to take hers, his thumb brushing across her knuckles. "She already checked. She’s done."

Diana took a shaky breath, then another. Her eyes dropped to where his hand held hers.

The logical part of her brain knew that what he was saying wasn’t entirely reassuring.

There was still a risk.

A huge risk.

Elsa could come back down at any moment. Her husband could wake up. Someone could catch them.

But the other part of her, the part that had been starving for three years, the part that was still buzzing with arousal and need, didn’t care.

She wanted this. She wanted him. And she was willing to risk it.

"Okay," she whispered finally, her voice trembling. "Okay."

Liam stood slowly, pulling her up with him. Diana’s legs were shaky, her body still trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

He cupped her face gently, his eyes locked on hers.

"Just relax," he said softly. "Let me take care of you."

Diana’s breath hitched, and then he leaned in and kissed her again.

Her resolve crumbled completely.

Her lips parted, and she kissed him back, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

The kiss was slower this time, deeper, more deliberate.

She melted into it, her body pressing against his, her mind finally letting go of the panic.

Liam’s hands moved, one sliding around her waist, pulling her closer, the other still cupping her face.

Diana moaned softly into his mouth, but the sound was barely audible.

She was acutely aware of where they were, of the danger, and she kept herself controlled, swallowing the sounds threatening to escape.

They moved together, Liam guiding her toward the couch.

His hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her through the thin nightgown, the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric.

Diana’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, but when a moan started to build in her throat, she caught it, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her breathing was controlled despite the heat flooding through her, every sound she made muffled and restrained.

Liam lowered her down onto the couch gently, his body following hers.

She lay back against the cushions, her white hair spread out around her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly but quietly.

He hovered over her, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the nightgown higher. Diana’s breath caught, her legs trembling slightly as he exposed more of her skin.

"Liam," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Liam’s hands reached the waistband of her panties, and he hooked his fingers into the lace, pulling them down slowly.

The fabric slid over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, until they were off completely. He tossed them aside and looked down at her.

Diana’s face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded and hazy. She looked vulnerable, exposed, but she didn’t try to cover herself. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her body trembling with anticipation.

Liam’s hands slid back up her thighs, spreading them apart gently.

Diana’s breath hitched, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing again.

Her hand moved instinctively to her mouth, ready to muffle any sound she might make.

’Now let’s see if I can work some of that magic Miss Kelly taught me.’

He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, his lips trailing up slowly. Diana’s hand clamped over her mouth immediately, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought to keep quiet.

’God, I have to be quiet. I have to be quiet,’ she reminded herself desperately.

Liam’s mouth moved higher, his tongue tracing a path along her skin, teasing, building anticipation.

Diana’s hips shifted, her body arching slightly, seeking more, but she kept her hand firmly pressed against her mouth.

When his tongue finally pressed against her, warm and wet, Diana’s teeth bit down on her palm to stifle the gasp that wanted to escape.

Liam worked slowly at first, his tongue moving in deliberate strokes, tasting her, feeling the way her body responded.

She was already wet, slick with arousal, and the taste of her was intoxicating.

Diana’s muffled moans were barely audible through her hand.

She was biting down hard on her palm now, her eyes watering slightly from the effort of keeping quiet.

But as Liam continued, his tongue finding the sensitive spots, circling, teasing, it became harder and harder to control herself.

Her free hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her hips pressing against his mouth. She was shaking with the effort of staying silent, her entire body tense.

’Oh god, oh god, I can’t... I have to stay quiet. Please, I have to...’

Three years. Three years of lying in bed, frustrated, unsatisfied, ignored. And now this young man was giving her more pleasure than she’d felt in years, and she couldn’t even make a sound.

The unfairness of it almost made her want to cry, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to care.

’How did I miss this? How did I go so long without...’

Liam’s fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside her slowly, curling, finding that spot that made her whole body jerk.

Diana’s teeth bit down harder on her hand, drawing blood, a muffled cry escaping despite her best efforts.

Her other hand gripped the couch cushion so hard her knuckles turned white.

Her hips ground against his face, her thighs trembling, her entire body tightening as the pressure built inside her.

She pressed her hand harder against her mouth, tears streaming down her face now from the effort, from the overwhelming pleasure, from the sheer intensity of it all.

Liam didn’t stop. He kept going, his tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm, pushing her higher.

"Mmmmhp*

Diana’s back arched off the couch, her thighs clamping around his head, her hand pressing so hard against her mouth she thought she might bruise.

The scream building in her throat was desperate to get out, but she held it in, swallowed it, choked on it.

And then she shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, wave after wave of intense pleasure that made her body convulse violently.

Her hand muffled the cry that tore from her throat, turning it into a strangled whimper. Her thighs trembled violently, her fingers pulling at Liam’s hair so hard it had to hurt.

She came hard, her body shaking uncontrollably, her mind going completely blank with the overwhelming sensation.

Tears streamed down her face, her breathing ragged and desperate as she fought to stay silent.

Liam didn’t stop. He kept going, working her through it, drawing it out until she was gasping for air, her body limp and trembling, completely spent.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips and chin wet, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Diana lay there, her chest heaving, her hand still pressed against her mouth, tears still wet on her cheeks. Slowly, she lowered her hand, revealing the bite marks she’d left on her own palm. Her breathing was still ragged, her entire body trembling.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. "I... I can’t believe..."

She couldn’t finish the thought. She was too overwhelmed, too spent, too wrecked.

Liam stood slowly, looking down at her. His pants were still on, but the bulge was obvious, straining against the fabric, demanding attention.

Diana’s eyes fluttered open, following the movement, and then they dropped lower.

To the obvious hardness pressing against his pants.

She stared at it for a moment, her lips parting slightly, her breathing still heavy.

Liam reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper slowly.

He pushed them down just enough to free himself, his cock springing out, thick and hard, the head already glistening.

Diana’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching. She’d felt it pressed against her earlier, but seeing it now, fully exposed in the dim light, was different.

It was big. Thick. The kind of size that made her stomach tighten with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

’God, he’s really... I made him like that.’

Liam stepped closer, his hand wrapping around the base, angling it toward her face. His voice was low, steady, quiet.

"Your turn," he said softly. "Help me out."

Diana stared at him for a moment, her eyes moving between his face and his cock.

She glanced toward the hallway, toward the stairs, listening for any sound of movement.

The house was silent.

Then, slowly, she leaned forward.