Oliver's hands tighten possessively on Harper's hips, pulling her flush against him so she can feel exactly how much she affects him. The initial tenderness from moments ago has been replaced by a simmering desire. "I would never fire you for having an opinion," he says firmly, his gaze intense. "In fact, I would be fucking insulted if you did not challenge me. That is what I respect about you." He lowers his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck, his teeth grazing lightly against her skin. "But right now," Oliver's voice is a low growl against her throat. "I need you to stop thinking about work entirely." His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue tracing a wet path along her skin while his teeth graze the shell of her ear.
One hand slide down from Harper's hip to cup her ass possessively, lifting her hips against his erection. "Because if you keep talking about the office," he murmurs, his breath hot against her neck. "I am going to start imagining bending you over my desk and making you scream my name until everyone in the building knows exactly who you belong to." His other hand moves between them, fingers finding the wet heat between her legs. He circles slowly with deliberate pressure, watching her face for every reaction. "I want to hear that stubborn mouth of yours beg for me," he says with a smirk that is equal parts challenge and promise. Harper moans sweetly. "And give in so easily?" she muttered.
Oliver's smirk turns predatory at the sound of her sweet moan, his blue eyes flashing with satisfaction. "Is that what you want?" he asks, his voice dropping to that dangerous low register that always makes her shiver. "To give in completely?" his fingers move faster now, more confident in their exploration of her wet folds. He watches her face, intently, memorizing every expression– how her lips part slightly when he hits just the right spot, how her blue green eyes flutter closed when pleasure builds too high. "I want to feel you come apart under my hands," he murmurs against her neck. "I want to hear you say my name like it is the only thing that matters in the world."
Oliver's thumb presses firmly against Harper's clit while his other fingers slide inside her heat. "You are so tight. So, prefect," he breathes out reverently. "Oh God. Oliver," she moaned sweetly. His entire body goes rigid at the sound of his name on her lips, a guttural sound escaping him. "Yes," he breathes against her neck, his voice raw with need. "Say it again." His fingers move with renewed purpose, driving her closer to the edge. The sight of her losing herself in pleasure is intoxicating– her head thrown back against the sofa cushions, her skin flushed pink in the dim light. "Look at me when you say it," he demands gently but firmly. He wants to see her face when she comes undone for him– wants to memorize every expression of ecstasy that crosses those beautiful features. His own control is fraying rapidly.
The feeling of Harper's wet hear surrounding Oliver's fingers is almost too much to bear. He shifts his hips against hers rhythmically, grinding his erection against her stomach through the thin layer of pre-cum coating his length. "I need you so badly," he said, his voice strained with barely contained desire. "I need to feel you come around my fingers first. I want to know exactly what makes you fall apart." His mouth finds hers again in a desperate kiss, swallowing her moans as they build in intensity. He can feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, can sense the moment she is on the verge of climax. "Let go for me, Harper," he murmurs against her lips. "I have got you. I am not going anywhere."
Oliver's thumb presses harder on Harper's clit while his other fingers curve inside her, hitting that perfect spot that always sends her over the edge. The sight of her unravelling beneath him is almost enough to make him lose control completely– her back arching off the sofa, her nails digging into his shoulders, her sweet moans filling the quiet room. "Ahhh," she cried out as she came. He groans deeply as her orgasm crashes through her, feeling every tremor and spasm against his fingers. Her cries of pleasure are music to his ears– proof that he is giving her exactly what she needs. "Good girl," he praises breathlessly, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Oliver does not let up even as Harper's body quakes around him. His thumb continues its relentless circles against her sensitive clit while his fingers keep moving inside her, drawing out her climax until she is a quivering mess beneath him. His own control is hanging by a thread now– watching her come undone because of his touch is the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. "God, I love seeing you like this," he murmurs against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her damp skin. "Completely lost in me." His breath is ragged as he watched her come down from her high, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back his own release.
Oliver withdraws his fingers slowly, gently stroking through Harper's aftershocks until she is reduced to soft whimpers and trembling limbs. "Look at you," he says reverently, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous." His hands move to brace himself above her, his erection pressing insistently against her stomach. The head is slick with pre-cum, leaving wet trails on her skin as he rocks his hips slowly. "I need to be inside you," he confesses roughly. "I need to feel how tight you are around my cock instead of just my fingers." His voice is strained with need but filled with tenderness too. He leans down to kiss her forehead softly before resting his forehead against hers again. "But only if you are ready for me," he says hesitantly.