“Yeah, that’s it. Good boy,” I gasp out, managing to be smug right up until the end. Somehow, I keep my own orgasm at bay long enough to watch Oliver shake through his. He’s so beautiful, so open and honest like this, and so sexy that I’m surprised that I can look directly at him at all.

His come is warm against my skin, body clenching around me so tightly that it’s almost painful, and I can’t hold off any longer. After a few erratic thrusts, I grab at his hips and drag him down as I buck up, burying myself inside of him as I come with a loud cry, back arched and head tossed back against the pillow.