A private candlelight dinner overlooking the London Eye and on the floor of the room, a beautiful rug and some pillows. Jacob gazes into my eyes as we wait for the fireworks. We clinked our glass and drank to the New Year. After a few drinks, he got up from his seat and went towards me to kiss me. He swept me into his arms and we were lost, lips locking and tongue wrestling. Slowly, our clothes scattered around us leaving us naked in each other’s arms. He was gentle but forceful. Our moans filled the room. The Great Bell chimed at the struck of midnight.

He stopped thrusting and kissed my forehead, “Happy New Year, Love…”

“Happy New Year, Jacob,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought myself up to kiss his lips.

We continued making love after that and I must say so myself, it was amazing that we made love in 2016 to finish our “business” the next year.

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