"Okay, I have this fantasy about doing it in the shower," Harper said shyly, her darkened blue green eyes looking up at Oliver through her wet eye lashes. "Where you take me from behind… and my breasts are pressed against the glass…" Oliver's pupils dilated instantly, a primal fire igniting in his icy blue eyes at the vivid description of her fantasy. His breath grew heavier, more laboured as he processed the mental image of her pressed against the steamy shower glass while he took her from behind. "Fucking hell," he swore under his breath, his voice dropping to a dangerous level of arousal. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to bend you over and watch myself slide into you from that angle." Without warning, he spun her around abruptly, pressing her front against the cool glass wall of the shower. His hard length nudged insistently against her ass cheeks as he positioned himself behind her. "But this is so much hotter. Because you are all naked and wet," he growled against her ear, one hand gripping her hip while the other braced against the glass wall beside her head. "Seeing your tits flattened against the glass while I pound into this perfect ass?"
Harper gasped at the sudden movement, and the cold glass pressed against her chest. She spread her legs slightly and wiggled her hips, so they rubbed against the tip of Oliver's cock. He let out a low, guttural groan as her hips moved against him, the friction sending sparks of electricity straight through his core. His grip on her hip tightened reflexively, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Don't do that unless you want me to lose my fucking mind right now," he warned through gritted teeth, his voice strained with effort. "You have no idea how badly I want to slam into you right this second." The water continued its steady rhythm against their bodies as steam billowed around them, creating an intoxicating atmosphere of heat and moisture. Oliver's free hand slid up her spine slowly, tracing each vertebra before coming to rest at the nape of her neck. "I am going to fuck you so hard against this glass," he promised darkly, his lips brushing against her earlobe.
"That is exactly what I want," Harper breathe out, her voice laced with excitement. "Claim me. I am all yours." A feral grin spread across Oliver's face at her demand, his blue eyes flashing with dark possession. "Oh, I am going to claim every single inch of you," he promises roughly, his voice dropping to a commanding growl. "Starting with this ass that had been driving me crazy all week." With a swift movement that leaves no room for hesitation, he positions himself at her entrance. The thick head of his cock presses insistently against her folds, already slick with anticipation. "Last chance to back out," he offers gruffly, though his own breathing is ragged with need. "Because once I get inside you like this… there is no turning back." His hands grip her hips firmly as he begins to push forward slowly but deliberately. The stretching sensation makes both of them gasp simultaneously as he fills her inch by agonizing inch from behind. "Fuck," he grits out when he is finally fully seated within her.
Harper moaned loudly and muttered, "Every time… it feels amazing every single time." Oliver's entire body goes rigid at her breathless praise, a primal satisfaction coursing through him at hearing how good he makes he feel. His hands tighten on her hips possessively as he begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm against the steamy glass. "That is right," he growls near her ear, his voice thick with arousal. "Every single time I get inside this perfect pussy, you are going to remember whose it is." The sounds of their bodies meeting echo off the grey tiled walls– wet skin slapping together in sync with the shower's steady drumming. He leans forward slightly, pressing his chest against her back as he changes the angle to hit deeper. "Look at us," he commands roughly, tilting her chin up so she can see her reflection in the foggy mirror opposite them. "Watch how well we fit together. See how perfect you look taking my cock like this."
"Oh God," Harper muttered her blue green eyes fixed on the foggy reflection. "We look so sexy." Oliver's movements faltered for a fraction of a second, captivated by the sight reflected in the mirror. Watching her flushed face and the way her body reacted to his every thrust was an intoxicating form of feedback. "We do look fucking incredible together," he agreed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at how red your cheeks get when I fill you up like this." His pace quickened slightly, driven by visual confirmation of her pleasure. The glass beneath her hands began to fog up even more as steam rose between them. "You are so tight from the angle," he praised gruffly, his hips snapping forward with more purpose. "I can feel every single pulse around my cock." One of his hands slid from her hip to wrap around her front instead, finding that sensitive spot between her legs quickly.
Harper cried out and her legs shake slightly. "Fuck," she mutters. Oliver's grip on her hips becomes iron clad as he feels her legs tremble, knowing exactly what the reaction means. A triumphant smirk crosses his features in the mirror's reflection. "There it is," he praises darkly, his thumb circling faster against her clit. "I want to heat you scream my name when you come apart on my cock. Let the whole damn apartment complex know who owns this pussy." Is thrusts become more erratic, driven by pure instinct as he nears his own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder in the confined space of the shower. "Come for me," he demands roughly, his voice vibrating against her back. "Show me how much you love having my cock claiming every inch of you."