One of the things that I like fantasising about is waking up to Jacob making love to me. I imagine telling this to him and at first he’s hesitant. “If you’re asleep, I wouldn’t know if really want it, love,” he objects, concern furrowing his brow. “Jacob, you know that only time I wouldn’t want to have sex with you is when we’re visiting my parents,” I reassure him, laughing. He assents to it and whenever we go to bed, I fall asleep, aroused at the thought, wondering if I’d wake up to his cock or fingers buried inside me, or to my thighs resting on his shoulders while he feasts on me.
Being the tease that he is, he takes his time. He waits until I’ve completely forgotten about it. At first I think I’m dreaming. I fall into lucid dreaming easily; I love the feeling when I know I’m about to get into that state because not only does it give me control over my dreams, it makes me feel heightened sensations.
So, at first I think I’m just in that lucid dreaming state… until I realise that I can’t control it. The sensations are intense; it feels like I’m being kissed, licked, and caressed by a countless unseen subjects. My moans are uncontrolled, random words are spilling from my throat, and they get louder and louder until one harsh cry finally jolts me awake. When my vision clears, I can finally feel and see him. Jacob’s face is mere inches above mine, hazel eyes blown with desire, as he fucks me slowly. Too slowly. “Faster,” I gasp. He lets out a loud groan then and acquiesces to my request. We come not too long after.
When our orgasmic high wears off, he gives me his trademark self-satisfied smirk. “What?” I ask a little defensively, knowing that *that* smile means something rather ominous.
“You kept moaning ‘daddy’,” he replies, sniggering.
“W-w-what?!” I yelp, blushing profusely.
“’Oh, please, give me more, daddy!’” he says in a falsetto, imitating my voice and accent.
I can feel mortification running through my veins and I punch his arm. “You’re lying!”
“Now, now, you know I always tell you the truth,” he scolds me lightly. “Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” The smirk in his face deepens. “I’ve been wanting you to call me that for a long time.”
