Oliver's gaze swept over Harper's relaxed form sprawled across the mattress, taking in the satisfied smile on her lips and the way her body had gone completely pliant. The sight made something protective and proprietary stir within him. "You should see yourself right now," he murmured his voice dropping to something huskier. "All flushed and dishevelled from having my cock inside you. It is the best look on you." Harper blushed lightly. "You really like your dirty talk don't you," she said embarrassed. "So, I look sexy?"
Oliver's expression softened instantly at the hint of embarrassment in her voice, a genuine smile touching his lips. The vulnerability underneath her question made his chest ache with something unfamiliar– tenderness. "Of course you are sexy," he said softly, shifting to cup her face gently. "Every part of you is sexy, especially when you are blushing like that after I talk dirty to you." His thumb stroked across her cheekbone while his blue eyes searched hers intently. "And yes, I do enjoy it. Your reactions are… addictive." The confession was quieter that his usual commanding tone, carrying a note of vulnerability that surprised even him. He leaned in closed, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of her mouth. "You look like a goddess who just got thoroughly worshipped," he whispered against her skin. "And I am the lucky bastard who gets to do it again tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?" Harper repeated surprised. "Get me a glass of water and another slice of pizza and I will be ready for round two way sooner." A bark of laughter escaped Oliver's throat at the ridiculousness of her request post-orgasm. The combination of thirst, hunger, and readiness for more sex was so perfectly human that is made his heart do something funny in his chest. "Pizza and water?" he repeated incredulously, shaking his head with a grin. "You are unbelievable." Despite the absurdity of it, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up to retrieve the requested items from the kitchen. His naked form was imposing in the moonlight filtering through her window– muscular thighs and broad shoulders flexing as he moved with practiced confidence. "Stay there," he ordered playfully over his shoulder. "Don't move an inch. I will bring provisions for my very demanding girlfriend."
Oliver searches the kitchen, finding a glass in the cabinet above the sink and filling it with water. Then he searched for a plate, which he found under the counter below the microwave. Quickly he placed two slices of pizza on the plate and then returned to the bedroom where Harper was seated up slightly. Oliver set the plate and glass of water on the bedside table with a satisfied smirk, watching her struggle to sit upright. The sight of her naked and rumpled in her bed clearly pleased him immensely. "Here," he said gently. "Hydrate before you pass out on me." He waited patiently while she picked up the glass of water and drank half of it in one go, his blue eyes never leaving her face. Once she had finished, she picked up one of the pizza slices. Perching on the edge of the mattress beside her, he watched intently as she took a small bite of the pizza. His own body was still buzzing from their encounter– muscles sore from exertion and skin tingling where hers had touched his.
"You know," Olver' began again, his voice taking on a more serious tone as he studied Harper's face in the dim lighting. "This whole thing… it is different from anything I have experienced before." He ran a hand through his messy black hair nervously. The vulnerability in his posture was stark contrast to the confident CEO everyone knew him as. His icy blue eyes met hers searching, seeking reassurance that she was not just some fleeting distraction from his lonely existence, the silence stretched between them as he waited for her response, heart pounding unexpectedly in his chest. "I know what you mean," Harper said after swallowing the small bite of pizza. "I normally only do one-night stands." She takes another bite of the pizza. "But, with you I never want the night to end," she said while chewing.
A slow, genuine smile spread across Oliver's face, reaching his tired blue eyes and making the faint lines around them crinkle with genuine happiness. "Good," he said simply, the single word carrying immense weight. He reached over to the bedside table to pick up the half full glass of water and finished it in one gulp. Then he set the glass aside again before pulling her closer against his side. The casual intimacy of the gesture felt natural now, as if they had been sharing a bed for years rather than hours. "So, we are agreed then," he stated with newfound certainty, wrapping an arm securely around her waist. "No more one-night stands for either of us. This is happening." His other hand came up to gently trace the curve of her spine while he spoke, enjoying the simple act of touching her without any ulterior motive beyond pure affection.
Harper swallows again and nods eagerly. For a moment they just saw there in silence while Harper finished the pizza slice. "How about we continue this in the shower…" Harper suggested once she was finished eating. Oliver's blue eyes lit up at the suggestion, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "The shower? Now that is an idea I can get behind." He stood up from the bed in one fluid motion, his muscular frame casting long shadows across the room in the moonlight. "Lead the way, beautiful. I will follow you anywhere." He gestured for her to go ahead of him. Harper put the crust of the pizza back on the plate and walks towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. His gaze appreciated every inch of her naked form as she moved. "But I have to warn you," he called after her with a laugh. "I am not known for being gentle in the shower. Water and soap are my favourite lubricants." They pass the built-in wardrobes lining the hallways and leading to the bathroom.