“Yes, sir,” I reply with a laugh, sliding my hand reassuringly across his lower back. Honestly, I’m a little grateful the reprieve, and I spend a few moments keeping my hips mostly still and taking deep breaths with my eyes closed.

They snap open again as Oliver begins to wantonly roll his hips, fucking himself on my still cock, and I bring myself to full height and move my arms behind my back for a moment just to get a good shot of it on camera. I stare down at the place where our bodies meet and let out a low moan, watching my cock disappear into him again and again.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant out, bringing both of my hands down on his hips hard and grabbing onto him as I drive into him hard, grinding into him before suddenly pulling all the way out. I grip his hips and push him hard to the side, reaching down to grip his thigh and tug.

“Turn over, pesca,” I urge, grabbing a pillow to shove under his back. “I want to see your face when you come.”