I was pinned by the sheer pleasure of it all—of Oliver’s ragged breath and the stream of his caresses. Of his deep, deep kisses, ceaseless as the sky in summer. The drag and press of our bodies, the rub of hair and the glide of sweat. And the way he was looking at me, tender and fierce, and almost…awestruck, like I was a different, better person. Although maybe, just then, I was.
this is sooooooo 🤏🤏🤏🤏
