Jacob doesn’t like celebrating his birthday as it reminds him of his mother’s passing. That makes my heart ache as well for I feel so sorry for him. I want to respect his decision, but I also want to subtly make this day so special. When he comes back home from a mission, he doesn’t find me at first. So, he starts looking for me through the house. As he opens the door leading to our bedroom, he sees nothing wrong, but as soon as he steps in, he feels his jacket pulled by someone. “Love?” he calls, “what are you doing?”. But I give him no response. I just love watching him as he throws me some sort of wink. When I manage to take part of his clothes off, he tenderly kisses me, holding my cheeks. After that, we need no more words as we both land on our bed and start our foreplay. Jacob only whispers an inaudible “I love you” while he is undressing me, then kissing me again, and again… making me his princess in the night; my body welcomes him, my fingers ache to touch every single inch of him… and lastly… he lets me ride him. Slowly, gently, passionately. Forever. And his sighs, his moans help my orgasm approach more and more. 

(Happy Birthday to the Twinsssss!)