"Oliver!" Harper cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. The sound of his name tearing from her lips was the final trigger Oliver needed. A guttural roar ripped from his chest as his own release slammed into him with blinding force. His entire body went rigid against hers, muscles locking up as he poured himself completely into her welcoming heat. "Fuck! Yes!" he cried out, burying his face against the back of her neck. His hips pumped erratically against hers as waves of pleasure crashed over him, stealing his breath and strength. For several moment after their both climaxed, neither of them moved except for the occasional shudder that wracked Oliver's frame. The water continued its steady rhythm against their bodies while steam billowed around both of them in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. When the tremors finally subsided, he pressed soft kisses along her shoulder blade before pulling gently away from her both physically and emotionally. Harper turned in the shower and leaned against the shower's glass wall. "What was incredible," she said softly.
Oliver's chest still heaved with heavy breaths as he watched her turn, admiring the way the water slicked down her back and made her skin gleam under the bathroom lights. A genuine, unrestrained smile broke across his face– one that reached his tired blue eyes and erased any remaining tension from his features. "It was more than incredible," he corrected softly, stepping closer to cage Harper against the glass shower wall with his body. "It was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect." His hands came up to frame her face gently, thumbs stroking along her jawline while he studied every detail of her satisfied expression. The intensity in his gaze was less predatory now and more possessive. "I think I am falling for you," he admitted suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could filter them. His voice was quiet but certain under the sound of running water. "And it is terrifying how fast this happened."
"I know what you mean," Harper admitted softly. "It is like we have been doing this all our lives even thought it has only been two days." Oliver's expression softens considerably at her shared confession, relief evident in the way his shoulders relax under the warm spray. A small, almost vulnerable smile touches his lips as he nods in agreement. "Exactly," he says, his voice gaining a warmer, more genuine quality. "It feels like we skipped past all the awkward first date bullshit and jumped straight to this." His hands move from her face to rest on her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies press together again. The water continues its gentle flow over both of their frames as steam swirls around them. "You are the first person in forever who did not bore me to death with small talk or expect me to pretend I give a shit about social norms," he admits candidly. "I can just be myself around you and not worry about looking like an old man trying too hard."
"Yeah, most of my peers want me to pretend to be some stupid girl who just twirls her hair and giggles. But not you," Harper said happily and cupped his cheek. Oliver closes his eyes briefly at the tender touch of her hand against his face, leaning into the gesture with clear appreciation. The simple act of affection speaks volumes about how comfortable they both have become with each other in such a short time. "Never," he states firmly, opening his blue eyes to meet hers directly. "You are smart, you are passionate, and you challenge me when I am being an idiot. Those are qualities most people in my world pretend to have but don't actually posses." His own hand comes up to cover hers on his cheek, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss that sends warmth spreading through both of them. "I don't want the girl who twirls her hair and giggles," he clarifies quietly. "I want you. The woman who argues with me about market projections and the lets me bend her over furniture."
Harper giggles softly. "Well, how about I let you wash my hair next," she jokes teasingly. A genuine, relaxed chuckle rumbled in Oliver's chest, a rare sound that seemed to melt some of the usual tension from his features. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked down at you, the water still cascading over both of you. "Deal," he agreed easily, his voice losing its earlier, more playful tone. "But only if you promise to stop distracting me with those beautiful blue green eyes while I am trying to work." He reached for the shampoo bottle on the shelf, squirting a generous amount into his hands before beginning to massage it through her wet strands. His large hands worked surprisingly gently against her scalp, fingers combing through the tangled locks with surprising care. "You have amazing hair," he commented conversationally as he worked. "It is always so shiny and healthy-looking. What kind of products do you use?"
"Oh, just normal stuff," Harper said casually. "I guess, it is because I have never dyed my hair or anything like that." Oliver's hands pause mid-stroke, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he considers her explanation. The honest simplicity of her answer seems to resonate with him on some deeper level. "Natural beauty," he muses aloud, his voice taking on a slightly wistful quality. "Most women I know spend fortunes trying to achieve what you were born with naturally." His fingers resume their gentle massaging motions, working the shampoo thoroughly through her wet hair. The steam continues to rise around them both, creating an intimate bubble where only their voices carry any significance. "It suits you perfectly," he adds quietly. "Don't ever change it for anyone else's standards."
"I won't," Harper says with a bright smile. She rinses out her hair under the shower. "I would offer to wash your hair, but I don't know if I would reach properly." She reached up, going on her tip toes to comb her fingers through Oliver's hair. His head tilted back instinctively as her fingers began working through his messy black hair, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat.