Chapter 23

I felt his hand move around to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg. I felt it slide up my thigh to the crevice where my arse cheeks met. There were fingers creeping towards my arsehole. I pushed back and felt the tips of his fingers brush against the puckers. I shuddered.

All the while we were kissing. Our tongues, our breath, intermingled.

I was so caught up in the moment I forgot we were on my back lawn, with me completely naked and Oliver, my beloved Oliver, in his work uniform. He lowered me onto the soft grass, positioning himself between my legs. On his knees, he undid his fly and pulled his cock out. It looked so swollen, so hard. He bent down over me and a moment later I felt the engorged head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. He spat onto his hand, which wasn’t very romantic, but after what he’d told me, after what he’d revealed, it didn’t matter. And as soon as he was inside me I began bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts.