"God, you look incredible down there," Oliver rasped, voice thick with desire. "Keep looking at me like that while you do it." His hips lifted slightly off the leather chair to give Harper easier access to the buckle, the movement involuntary as his body responded eagerly to her submission. The metal of his belt made a soft click sound as it came undone under her careful hands. "Don't rush," he instructed roughly, running a hand through her auburn hair encouragingly. "I want to enjoy every second of this."
"We still have that reservation at the Italian place, so not too slow," Harper said while unbuttoning Oliver's pants. The reminder of their dinner reservation sent a flicker of urgency through Oliver's expression, though the underlying hunger never faded. The combination of her teasing pace and the looming deadline added a thrilling edge to the moment. "Right, the reservation," he confirmed with a low chuckle. "I almost forgot about that. You are killing me here, you know that?" his hands moved to rest on top of her head as she worked on the zipper, fingers tangling gently in her hair. The contrast between her careful movements and the raw need coiling in his gut was driving him insane. "Faster then," he commanded softly, hips lifting instinctively toward her touch. "But don't you dare make a mess on my trousers. I am wearing these to dinner with you."
"I will try my best," Harper said with a light smile as she freed his hard cock from the confines of his pants. She wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly stroked it. Oliver's head fell back against the leather of his chair with a sharp hiss of air through gritted teeth. The feeling of her hand wrapped around him, warm and firm, sent electricity shooting straight down his spine. His hips bucked upward reflexively, seeking more friction as she began to stroke him. "Fuck, just like that," he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. "God, your hands feel amazing." His blue eyes were glazed over with pleasure as he watched her work, the sight of her fingers wrapped around his cock making his breathing grow ragged. "Don't stop," he pleaded hoarsely, his voice cracking slightly. "I need to feel your mouth on me. Now."
Slowly, Harper licked the tip of Oliver's cock, licking up some of the precum that had gather. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped his lips as her tongue made contact with the sensitive tip of his cock. The combination of her hand stroking him and the first taste of her mouth sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through his entire system. His hips bucked off the chair, hands fisting in her hair more tightly. "Oh God, yes." He panted, his voice raw with need. "That is exactly what I have been thinking about all day." His eyes squeezed shut for a moment as she continued licking and stroking him with practiced rhythm. The sight of her mouth working on him was almost too much to bear.
Harper starts sucking on the tip of his cock and slowly taking more of his length into her mouth. Oliver's entire body tensed as she took him deeper, his fingers tightening in her hair until they were practically trembling. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth enveloping him was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his senses. "Fuck, yes," he groaned loudly, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet office. "Take all of it. I want to feel you swallow every inch." His hips began moving in time with her rhythm, thrusting upward to meet each bob of her head. The controlled CEO personal was completely dissolved, leaving only primal instinct driving his movements. "You feel so fucking perfect," he praised breathlessly, one hand sliding down to grip her shoulder possessively. "So tight and warm around me. I am not going to last much longer at this rate."
Oliver's praise came out as a series of ragged groans as Harper continued to take him deeper, her throat accommodating his full length with practiced ease. His grip on her shoulder became almost bruising, his nails digging into the fabric of her blouse as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. "Just like that," he panted, hips snapping forward sharply. "God, you are so good at this. So, fucking talented with that beautiful mouth." The sounds filling the office– her wet suction and his heavy breathing– created an intimate soundtrack that drowned out everything else in the world. "Fuck," he cursed again, his voice strained with pleasure. "I am getting close already. Tell me when to pull out or I sweat… I am going to come right down your throat."
Harper doesn't pull back. Oliver's entire body went rigid as her confirmation registered through the haze of pleasure. His hips slammed forward one last time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself completely into her willing mouth. The intense release made his vision blur at the edges, every muscle in his body seizing with pure ecstasy. "Ah, fuck!" he gasped out, chest heaving as the waves of orgasm washed over him. "You took all of it. Jesus, you are incredible." His hands moved from her hair to cup her face gently, thumbs stroking along her cheeks as he watched her swallow every drop of him. The sight of her accepting his release so completely sent a fresh surge of possessive satisfaction through him. When his breathing finally began to steady, he helped her sit back on her heels between his legs. His softened cock slipped from her mouth with a soft pop, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them for a moment longer.
Harper licked of her lips and then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Oliver watched the motion with a mixture of awe and possessiveness, his expression softening considerably now that the initial intensity had passed. Seeing her wipe away evidence of what they had just shared felt incredibly intimate, sealing the moment between just the two of them.