Harlow took her time with Reid, letting the slow burn of pleasure intensify with every movement of her hips. His cock hit just the right spot and she would occasionally slow down to grind herself against him before settling back into the languid pace. Eventually the throbbing ache between her legs grew too intense to continue to deny, so Harlow picked up the pace, placing both hands on Reid's chest now as she began to ride him with purpose. Her moans filled the room as she felt his cock slide into her again and again and Harlow slid one hand up to press it against Reid's throat. She never choked him, not really, but she enjoyed that feeling of domination and power, especially knowing that he would let her do it.
Reid was mindless underneath her, everything blissful static in him except the desire to please her. His toes were dug in against the bed, his body tense and trembling with the effort of holding back his own pleasure so Harlow could have as much as she wanted. The way she sped up and the pressure of her hand around his throat cranked his pleasure up sharply, and Reid’s eyes opened again to look at her. He let out a soft whine, his brow furrowed and lightly sheened with sweat as he strained to hold back. “Harlow,” he breathed up at her. “Please ... fuck, you feel so good ...” It was never a rule they’d explicitly stated, but Reid had naturally slipped into the mindset that he couldn’t come without permission, and definitely not before Harlow did. He lost control sometimes, but he always felt so proud of himself when he didn’t.
Harlow loved it when he begged. She also loved denying him what he wanted, at least for a moment or two. "Yes," she panted, thrusting her hips against him harder and harder still, until her own pleasure peaked and she cried out, squeezing her hand around his throat as everything within her trembled and throbbed. Her own body was damp with sweat from their exertions and once the aftershocks began to settle inside of her, Harlow opened her eyes to look down at Reid, a small smile playing at her lips. She began to move again, a lazy pace now, just to play with him for a little bit longer. "Tell me what you want," she whispered, rolling her hips before settling down to take him as deep as she could.
It took all of Reid’s willpower to hold steady through Harlow’s orgasm. He tried to concentrate on how thin the air felt with her grip on his throat instead, his head getting a bit dizzy for a moment. The way her body pulsed around him like it was trying to milk his cock was almost too much, but he managed to hold back on all that delicious pressure in his balls. He focused on Harlow’s eyes when she looked at him again, that darkly playful look in them sending a thrill up his spine. Now would be the perfect time for her to really deny him, to get up and leave him alone with an aching cock and so much tension with no outlet for it. Reid almost wanted that, but his body was dying for release, so it was hard to decide exactly what he wanted. “I wanna come for you,” he murmured, then scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “However you want me to.”
"I want you to come too," Harlow breathed. She knew it had to be borderline painful for him to hold back, but he did it for her, which was certainly arousing in its own way. If she told him that he wasn't allowed to come today, she knew he wouldn't complain. It was a kind of power she'd never had over anyone else and it was intoxicating. But Reid deserved it today. The way he stood up to that fortune teller, the look in his eyes when he talked about avenging Reese. He deserved some pleasure and relief. Leaning over him, Harlow kept her hand around his throat, pressing her fingers a bit harder into his skin. "Come inside me," she whispered at his ear before nipping at his earlobe. "I want to feel it deep in my pussy, Reid."