As Oliver indulges me, pink cheeked and laughing, I stare down at him with a besotted grin on my face. I love him so, so much.

And then he goes and says something so romantic, and I’m reminded all over again just how lucky it is that he loves me too.

“That’s a pretty good answer,” I murmur fondly. As promised, I slide three fingers back inside him, pressing in deep and seeking out his prostate, massaging firmly as I press kisses to his cheek and chin. “Good job, Oliver.”