"Aahhh…!"
Opposite to my madly exaggerating voice, Oliver's voice remains calm and undisturbed. In my ear he pants and whispers, "We have done it in less enclosed spaces…" in truth he states, "And you are still too shy for this…"
As I feel the delight Oliver provides, I let a moan out of my lips, "B-but the door… T-the lamp…" weird sounds keep slipping out of my lips as pleasure takes away my control over my voice even though I clearly know that I am not allowed to.
Perhaps Oliver is trying to give me a hand, he lays his palm over my mouth from the back and pulls my head towards him until my neck feels so tauten, that all the noises turn into squeaks inside my throat.
As the distance between us reduces again, I can feel Oliver panting on my nape. His breaths fuse into my skin and spread across my neck, sending stimulation waves of current flow.
