On 9th November at midnight, I stood before Jacob, wearing the baby doll dress he had given me on my birthday. His hands held my waist while the gaze of his hazel pierced my eyes. His request rendered me speechless when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday.
“You heard me… I want you,” he repeated. He had this ability to make me wet by just talking. I could feel him getting hard, as he leant in to kiss me. His kisses filled with passion, as his hands strayed all over my body. “I…”
“Take me…” I whimpered, under the spell of his touch. He swept me into his arms, our lips still locked onto each other. He gently placed me onto the bed and took me, hungrily.
His thrusts were fast and orgasmic as he filled my walls around him. His mouth pranced over the skin of my neck. I begged for him to take me, even more, when I heard him growl. He nibbled my neck, while his fingers pinched my nipples. “I am coming, Love!” Unable to string proper words, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, clinging on to him. “There!” he moaned, pressing himself deep inside me. He pulled himself out and fell next to me while catching his breath. Then he started laughing, “I might have given you a gift instead on my own birthday!” Those very words made me laugh.
I stroked his stubbled cheek. “Hey, Jacob…” I called and his eyes caught mine. “Happy birthday!” I whispered. His face glowed radiantly, as he rubbed the tip of my nose with his. He settled against the sheets but he looked like he changed his mind when I said, “I’ve got cake downstairs.”
So, we ended up gravitating to the kitchen, in all our naked glory.
