“Right, that’s my job,” I say with a soft smirk, cutting him a look before turning my gaze back to the soft paleness of his inner thighs, strong and dusted with hair. His cock is sticky and pink, looking satisfied after all my attentions, and I hope that I might wake up before him so I can coax him awake with my mouth.

Oliver takes the cloth and I turn to see his outstretched hand, eyes pleading for me, and folding myself into his arms is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It feels like coming home, like slipping into a snug little space made just for me, and I let out a content sigh as I settle against him, naked and warm and feeling so much better than I did at the start of the evening.

“Thank you for tonight,” I tell him quietly, stroking my finger along his chin. “All of it.”