He smiles down at me and he looks so beautiful that I ache, shivering at the sight of him all flushed and sweaty. And happy. He looks happy. Carefree, even. Oliver’s genuine smile is the most gorgeous thing in the world, and when it’s there because of me, I feel on top of the world.

“Mm, we can sit here for a moment,” I murmur, turning my head enough to bury my face in the soft curls above his cock, unabashedly breathing him in before smiling happily up at him again, almost cheeky. “Breathe it all in.”