"The story," he says, "tell me about it."
"Picture this," I say as he sets me down. I let my robe fall to the floor. My nightgown too. I'm in nothing at all before him. He growls hungrily as he looks me up and down. I'm naked. I'm bare. My breasts are big and full. My nipples are hard. My pussy, it's wet. The story I was writing? Fuck. It’s hot.
"Imagine a heroine who is alone in a lighthouse. She's been locked there for years, waiting."
"Who is she waiting for?" Jacob asks me, drawing me to bed. He's taken off his pajama pants and his cock is thick and hard. I run my hands up and down it. Suddenly desperate to suck him off.
"She's waiting for her sailor to come back from sea."
"Okay."
"Well, the air is salty, just like your come."
He chuckles as I crawl into bed with him, straddling him from behind and offering him my ass as I begin to suck his cock up and down.
"Where is the story going?" he asks me.
"Do you really want to know all the details?" I ask. "Because, oh…" I say, moaning as he begins to finger me. My pussy nice and juicy as he begins to slide in one finger then another. My mouth wrapping around his cock.
"There's a sailor," I say. "A serpent in the sea. There's the princess in the lighthouse." I moan as he fingers me, fucking me. "She has amnesia and can only remember one thing." I rehash the details of the story I started to write. "Fuck," I moan, in desperation, in desire. Wet and juicy. Letting him take me all the way, further still. "Oh God," I say, panting as we go. "She has one memory and that's of him coming to her, making love to her."
"Do they make love like this?" Jacob asks.
"Oh yeah," I say. "Just like this."
"How does the story end?" Jacob asks.
"I don't know all the details yet." I say, honestly. "But, I know she comes really fucking hard."
Jacob laughs, smacking my ass. Then his tongue runs up and down my slit. Sucking me as I suck him.
I don't know where the story goes but I know where Jacob and I go, where our story is headed, where it's been going all along.
He was my Christmas miracle, my savior, my mountain man rescuer, and now my husband. He is my hero.
“I love you, Jacob Whitaker, for unlocking my heart.”