"I bet Neil would," I joke, then immediately wrinkle my nose and laugh. "He can never know we mentioned him during sex."

Oliver's arms go around me and I groan, leaning against him and arching my hips as he rocks up into me with shallow thrusts that nearly lift me off of the bed. The pleasure is deep and toe-curling, flowing through every inch of me, and I cry out softly as I open my mouth against the side of his neck.

"Fuck, Oliver," I breathe out, clenching down around him and rubbing my cock shamelessly against his belly as he presses up inside of me so deep that I can barely breathe. "How does it just keep getting better and better?"