When his hand goes to my shoulder, I pause what I'm doing and give him a playfully unimpressed look, waiting for him to do as I've asked. His words make me let out a low hum, lips buzzing against the head of his cock. Having him give me this power over him makes me feel warm all over. He's safe with me, and he knows it. For Oliver, that means so much.

"You said that you wanted me to take my time," I remind him, sliding my fist down his shaft and pressing the pad of my thumb in just above his balls. There's a certain spot there, and if I press it just right, he won't be able to come. I discovered this spot after lots of hands on research, and I'm happy to show it to him again tonight.

Once he's spread out against the shelves and looking down at me, I open my mouth and let his cock slide along my tongue, holding it there for a moment before slowly starting to suck him, bobbing my head and letting out a pleased hum.