"You have no idea what the image of you wearing my clothes does to me," Oliver murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin. "Show me," Harper muttered between sweet moans. Oliver's control shattered at the sound of her breathless encouragement. With a guttural groan, he pushed her back against the pillows, his larger frame caging hers beneath him. The lamplight caught the sharp planes of his muscles as he settled between her legs, his hardness pressing insistently against the thin silk separating them. "I will show you," he promised roughly, his voice thick with need. "I will show you exactly how much I want you when you talk about wearing my clothes and smelling like me." His tore through the delicate silk fabric of her light blue nigh gown, like it was tissue paper. The silk ripped apart easily under his impatient fingers, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. "Fuck," he breathed reverently as he stared down at her. "You are perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect." His mouth descended to capture one nipple while his hand cupped and squeezed the other breast possessively.
"You are an absolute brute," Harper muttered breathlessly. "I think I like it." Her legs spread slightly as she lifted her knees and grinded her hips against him. Oliver's head snapped up at her breathless praise, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The term 'brute' clearly delighted him, and he responded by gripping he hips more firmly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. She gasped softly. "Brute? Is that what I am?" he growled playfully, lowering himself until his chest brushed against hers. "Then let me show you just how brutal I can be when you grind against me like that." His pelvis rocked forward in response to her movements, letting her feel the full length of his hard cock pressing against the wet heat building between her legs. The friction of his movements and the remaining silk against her bare skins sent sparks shooting through both of them. "That's it," he praised gruffly, capturing her lips in a demanding kiss. "Show me how much you like it. Show me how badly you want me to fuck you right here on this bed."
Harper moaned loudly, her blue green eyes fluttered closed as she was consumed by pleasure. "Please– Don't– Don't tease me anymore," she pleaded softly. Oliver's restraint finally snapped at the sound of her desperate plea. "Teasing is over," he rasped against her lips, positioning himself at her entrance with deliberate precision. "Now I am going to make you scream my name." In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely. The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry from both of them– his grunt of satisfaction mingling with her moan of pure pleasure. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers as he paused to savour the sensation of being buried inside her. "So tight. So perfect." His hips began to move in slow, deep strokes that aimed to maximize every inch of contact between them. Each withdrawal was agonizingly slow before plunging back in with controlled power. "Look at me," he commanded gently, but firmly when he saw her eyes were still closed. "I want to watch your face when I make you come."
Harper opened her blue green eyes to look up at him and bit her lower lip, muffling her moans. Her hands moved to his shoulders, nails lightly making contact with his skin. Oliver's beath hitched as her nails raked lightly across his shoulders, the combination of visual stimulation and physical contact nearly undoing him. His thrusts became less measured, losing their controlled rhythm in favour of raw need. "Goddamn," he gasped watching the way her pupils dilated, and her lips parted around muffled moans. "You look so fucking gorgeous when you are trying not to scream for me." His pace quickened, hips pistoling into her with increasing urgence. The bedframe creaked beneath them as he drove deeper with each stroke, chasing the release building rapidly in his balls. "Touch yourself," he ordered gruffly, his voice strained with effort. "I want to watch you touch that perfect pussy while I fuck you."
Harper's one hand moved from his shoulder down to her clit, her fingers rubbing desperately, as her inner walls fluttered tightly around his cock. Oliver's icy blue eyes locked onto the sight of her fingers working frantically at her clit, and his control evaporated. A primal growl tore from his throat as he watched her bring herself closer to the edge. "Just like that," he urged hoarsely, driving into her harder now. "Make yourself come for me while I fill this tight little cunt." His movements became erratic and demanding, no longer caring about finesse or control. All that mattered was chasing the ecstasy building between both of them. "I can feel you getting ready," Oliver panted against her ear, his own orgasm approaching rapidly. "Your pussy is squeezing me so tight it hurts." His thrusts became shorted but more forceful as he chased his climax alongside hers. The room filled with their combined moans and panting breaths as they raced toward oblivion together.
"Oli..." Harper barely muttered his name before she was silenced by a cry of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed into her. Oliver's entire body tensed at the sound of the beginning of his name on her lips moments before her orgasm seized her completely. The sight of her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders, and the sweet cries escaping her throat sent him spiralling over the edge right alongside her. A raw, guttural shout tore from his chest as he emptied himself inside her in powerful shaking waves. His body convulsed with each pulse, every muscle locking up as pure bliss coursed through his veins. "Ah, fuck!" he groaned, collapsing forward onto his forearms to keep from crushing her under his weight. Sweat slicked his brow and chest as he struggled to catch his breath in the aftermath. For several long minutes they lay tangled together on the rumpled sheets, hearts hammering against each other's chests. The only sound was their ragged breathing gradually returning to normal.