Oliver rolls us and I groan, using the last of my strength to cling to him so he doesn't slip out of me. We settle against the bed, our heads on one pillow, limbs tangled together as our hearts start to slow. I stay quiet, eyes closed as he presses soft, slow kisses to my face, and then laugh softly and crack my eyes open to look at him.

"Yeah, you know," I begin, smiling and reaching up to push his hair back from his face. "Coming home to a home cooked meal and then getting a blowjob. That kind of thing."

I give him a teasing smile, scrunching my nose and putting my hand on his face as my expression evens out to one more serious. "Making you as happy as I possibly can."