That wasn't going to happen -- Olive was, generally, a perfectly average 18 year-old girl, and it didn't seem like any miracles were going to happen here for her first time.

Which wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying herself immensely. Feeling him catapult off that metaphorical edge was one of the most amazing things she'd experienced yet, as was the knowledge that it was because of her.

And it was only going to get better.

Even without the fireworks on her end, Olive was feeling pretty tingly and warm and a little sore, but mostly just happy. It was that simple. She pressed up to kiss along Victor's neck, slow and gentle and soft.