"Oh, you hush," I tell him, drawing out the last syllable into a soothing sound as I sink a second finger into Oliver's body. "You turn heads in every room you enter, pesca. You're just too busy looking at me to notice."

He arches up so beautifully, long legs falling open wantonly, and I feel a sense of calm that's been absent from me for weeks. There's a clarity that comes with focusing so fully on Oliver. Nothing else matters, and so I'll think of nothing but him.

"Put your hands up over your head," I tell him in a low voice, relaxed but expectant. My fist tightens around his cock, slowly dragging up as I ease my fingers out of him, and then sliding down as they sink back in, over and over again.

"When I sneak into your lectures, the whole room practically reeks of lust," I continue in a low voice, hands working between his legs as I stare down at him. "You're smart and you're funny and you're gorgeous and they can all see it."

I smile, breathing out slowly and press my fingers in at a new angle, seeking out his prostate. "But you're all mine."