Oliver compliments me and it's even better than the roar of a crowd, better than any applause or praise because it's him that matters. It's him that I want to impress and make happy for the rest of our lives. There's Oliver, and then there's everything else.

"Yeah?" I give him a breathless grin and position my knees under me so I can start to move up and down, fucking myself on his cock hard enough that the sounds of our bodies meeting seems to echo in the room. My elbows rest on his shoulders and I look down at him, hair falling into my eyes as I pull myself nearly all of the way off of him and then sink down again, clenching down around him each time.

"Just a little sneak preview of my husbandly duties," I pant out with a teasing smile, tossing my head back with a cry as the angle changes and his cock slams hard against my prostate with each eager bounce.