Episode 18: Your Girlfriend

“Well, I hear that is what girlfriends are supposed to do,” Harper says with a teasing smile and wiggle her hips on top of him. Oliver’s icy blue eyes darkened instantly at her teasing movement, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully, grinding her down against his rapidly hardening erection. “Is that right?” he challenged, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Because your ‘boyfriend’ is about to show you exactly what happens when you wiggle like that.” His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass firmly, lifting her just enough to position himself at her entrance. The head of his cock nudged against her wet folds, slick with her arousal from earlier. “You think you can tease me like this and not pay the consequences?” he challenged playfully, his thumb brushing over her clit with deliberate slowness. “You are going to ride me until neither of us can walk straight tomorrow morning.”

As Harper’s hips lowered and he filled her up, she gasped sweetly, her head falling back in pleasure. “Oh God. It is so deep,” she says sweetly, once his big hard cock is completely inside her. Oliver’s entire body went rigid as she enveloped him completely, the tight heat of her pussy clamping down around his length. A guttural sound escaped his throat as he fought for control, hands gripping her hips so tightly he might leave bruises. “Fuck,” he breathed out shakily, tilting his head back against the headboard. “You feel incredible. So tight and perfect around me.” His icy blue eyes stayed locked on her face as she adjusted to his size, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her features. The way her head fell back in bliss sent a surge of primal satisfaction though him. “Move for me,” he commanded softly, his thumbs rubbing circles on her hip bones encouragingly. “Show me how much you love having me inside you like this.”

Harper straightened her back and looked down at him. Then she slowly started moving her hips. “Like this?” she asked teasingly. Oliver’s jaw clenched as he watched her begin to move, his icy blue eyes tracking every subtle shift of her hips. The slow, deliberate motion was torture and ecstasy all at once, his cock throbbing deeply inside her with each rotation. “God yes,” he rasped, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts as they bounced with their movement. “Just like that. Ride me slowly so I can feel every inch of you.” His thumbs teased her nipples into hard peaks while his hips instinctively buckled upward to meet her descent. The friction built gradually between them, creating a delicious tension that promised explosive release. “You are killing me,” he groaned playfully, tilting his head back against the pillows. “How am I supposed to last when you move like that? All graceful and sexy.” He reached one hand down to grasp her hip firmly, guiding her pace slightly faster without breaking the rhythmic connection between their bodies.

Oliver’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her body move above him, the sight of her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips driving him absolutely wild. His hands slid from her chest down to grip her waist firmly, helping guide her movements into a steadier rhythm. “That’s it,” he encouraged gruffly, his own hips beginning to match her pace involuntarily. “Faster now. I want to feel you come undone on top of me.” His free hand moved between their bodies to find her clit, circling it with practiced precision while his cock continued its deep strokes inside her. The dual stimulation made them both gasp simultaneously. “You are so fucking beautiful like this. Riding me like you were made for it. Like you have done this a thousand times before,” he praised thickly, his voice strained with restraint.

“This is all instinct,” Harper said breathless. Oliver’s icy blue eyes flashed with primal heat at her admission, his grip on her waist tightening possessively. The idea of her acting purely on instinct– driven by nothing but raw desire for him– was incredibly arousing. “Instincts,” he repeated huskily, his thumb pressing firmer against her clit. “Then let them take over completely. Forget about work, forget about tomorrow– right now there is only me and you and this bed.” His hips buckled upward sharply in response to her words, driving himself deeper inside her with a groan of pure need. The headboard banged against the wall rhythmically as their movements grew more urgent. “That’s it, let go completely. I want to feel you lose control all over my cock.”

“Oh God,” Harper moaned. Oliver’s entire body went taut at the sound of her moans, his thrusts becoming more powerful and desperate. The combination of her breathless cries and the tight heat of her pussy squeezing around him was pushing him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled, his forehead resting against hers as he chased his own release. “So perfect wrapped around me like this.” His hands moved from her auburn hair to grip the back of her neck firmly, holding her in place while he drove into her from below. Each stroke was deeper, more purposeful, aimed at hitting that spot inside her that made her scream his name. “Come for me. Let me feel how much you love being my girlfriend.” He commanded roughly against her lips.

The words ‘your girlfriend’ sent Harper over the edge. Her inner walls tightened around his cock, and she stopped moving her hips as her orgasm washed over her. “Oliver!” she cried out, her voice hoarse. Oliver’s icy blue eyes flew open wide at the sound of his name ripped from her throat, the sudden tightening of her pussy around his cock sending him spiraling over his own climax. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning deeply as hot semen pulsed deep inside her. “Fuck, yes,” he gasped against her sweat-dampened skin, his body trembling violently beneath her. One hand fisted in her auburn hair while the other gripped her hip possessively, holding her flush against him as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure. For several long moments afterward, they stayed locked together– panting heavily, hearts racing in sync. Oliver’s arms wrapped securely around her waist as he gently rolled them both onto their sides without disengaging from her body. “You have no idea how good that sounded,” he murmured into her shoulder, placing soft kisses along her collarbone. “Hearing you scream my name like that… it is everything.”