"Thank you," I reply with a soft chuckle, turning my head to press a kiss to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where there is a faint pink indent in his skin, left behind by the tie around his neck. I drag my tongue along it, kissing again before lifting my head to look up at him, nearly nose to nose with him as I cup the side of his face.

"Fuck, that was good." I kiss him again, long and lingering, and then ease off of his cock with a hum, shifting until I can lay across the back seat with my head in his lap, his spent cock pressed to the side of my neck, wet and sticky and intimate. Oliver looks a little dazed, and I remind myself that he is unused to us fucking quite like this, with me so confident in what we're doing. The thought could make me sad, but it doesn't. Instead I am just quietly amused, and eager to show him what else we can do.