"I meant it in more of a general sense," I reply, chuckling and tracing my thumb along his bottom lip, pressing it gently to the sharp line of his bottom teeth. "But if you want to take it as one, I won't stop you."

The fact that Oliver wants to suck me off, despite him doing so regularly, still feels like such a surprising thing. That overwhelmed teen from our first time together still lives somewhere inside of me and goes all fluttery and shocked each time it happens. Taking Oliver for granted, any part of him, is not something that I could ever have it in me to do.

"You could fuck me again after," I say in a low voice, giving him a coy smile as I rock my hips up against his chest. "Does that sound nice?"