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She positioned herself over him, sinking down slowly until he was buried completely inside her pussy. The feeling of being so full, so perfectly stretched around his thick cock, made them both groan with satisfaction.

"So deep like this," she gasped, rolling her hips experimentally. "I can feel every inch of you."

"You're so fucking tight," Oliver said through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips. "So wet and perfect around me. Ride me, baby. Show me how good it feels."

Heather began to move, setting a rhythm that had them both gasping. This position gave her control, let her take him atthe angle and speed that drove her wild. Oliver's hands roamed her body, cupping her bouncing breasts, thumbing her nipples, sliding down to where they were joined to stroke her clit.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of letting her set the pace. "Use my cock. Take your pleasure from me."

The combination of his thick length hitting her G-spot with every movement and his skilled fingers on her clit pushed her rapidly toward the edge. But she wanted more, wanted to give him everything now that they were free to explore.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," she said breathlessly, lifting off him. "I want you to take me hard and make me scream."

Oliver needed no further encouragement. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. The view of her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with arousal, made his cock twitch with desperate need.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said, running his hands over the curves of her ass before gripping her hips. "So fucking sexy spread out for me."

When he thrust into her from this angle, they both cried out at the intensity. He was deeper than ever, hitting spots that made her see stars, and without the need for quiet, their moans and gasps filled the room.

"Harder," she demanded, pushing back against him. "Don't hold back. I want to feel you for days."

Oliver set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin against skin mixed with their desperate cries, creating a symphony of pleasure that they'd never been able to indulge in before.

"So good," he panted, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. "Your pussy feels so perfect around my cock. I love how you take every inch of me."

"More," she gasped, her arms trembling as he pounded into her. "I need more, Oliver. I need everything."

He responded by reaching around to find her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves while maintaining his relentless rhythm. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing her rapidly toward an earth shattering climax.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching orgasm. "Let me hear you fall apart. Scream my name, baby."

Heather's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed his name just like he'd asked, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she rode out the intense climax.

The feeling of her coming around him triggered Oliver's own release. He buried himself deep and spilled inside her with a harsh groan of her name, his cock pulsing as he filled her completely.

They collapsed onto the bed together, both breathing hard and trembling from the intensity. But even as they caught their breath, Heather could feel Oliver's cock beginning to harden again inside her, and fresh arousal sparked in her belly.

"Again?" she asked with a breathless laugh.

"We have all night," he said, rolling them so she was beneath him. "And I plan to make up for every moment we had to hold back."

He began to move within her again, this time with slow, deep strokes that built the pleasure gradually. They made love with unhurried devotion, celebrating their freedom with whispered endearments and passionate kisses that spoke of forever.

When they finally lay tangled in sheets and satisfaction, both thoroughly exhausted and completely sated, Heather traced lazy patterns on Oliver's chest.

"Want to go to dinner tomorrow?" she asked. "An actual date where we don't have to pretend we're discussing network security?"

"Are you asking me out, Heather?"

"I'm asking you to let me take you somewhere nice and show you off as my boyfriend who helped save the entire organization."

"Boyfriend." Oliver tested the word, liked how it sounded. "Yeah, I could be your boyfriend."

"Good. Because I already made reservations at that Italian place you mentioned wanting to try."

He laughed, pulling her closer. "You were pretty confident I'd say yes."

"I'm good at analyzing data. All indicators suggested a positive response."