Sometimes Oliver doesn’t want me to linger inside of him after we’ve both come so there is usually a pause where I wait to see what cue he gives me. This time, he pulls me in close and I breathe a grateful sigh, pressing my face just under his jaw.

“Well,” I repeat, smiling into his neck before lifting my head to look down at him, biting my bottom lip and then kissing his chin, sliding my fingers up into his sweaty hair. “I’d say we’ve gotten pretty good at that. Experts in the subject, even.”