"That's what I hoped you'd say," I reply with a grin, taking the lube from him and then pushing hard at his side so he falls over and I can slip off of the bed. "I want you on your hands and knees, pesca."

I wink at him to let him know that I caught that needy look in his eyes, the same one so often seen in mine. I know what he wants, and I have no problem giving it to him.

I end the current video and start a new one, then position the phone on the nightstand again, checking the screen to make sure that the bed is fully in frame. My throat goes dry at the sight of Oliver there, all big and lean and strong, and all mine. My cock is still rock hard and jutting out from my body, shining wet with Oliver's spit, and I take a deep breath so it's not over too soon.

"Look over at the camera, darling," I tell him, smiling widely over at him as he does. "You want to get fucked by your fiancé? I really do think you've earned it after giving me this lovely ring."