Sara's face turned crimson. Shyly, she suggested, "How about we go back to our room?"
Smiling, Jacob decided to tease her a little. "What, honey? Are you eager to get started? Won't you
allow your husband to get ready?"
His words left her speechless. She couldn't believe this was the same Jacob she knew. He usually
wore a solemn expression on his face, but now he was so different, cheeky beyond her imagination.
She had no idea how to respond to this rogue who had no qualms about discussing sex so openly.
As she dwelled on her thought, he came over and pulled her toward him. Caught by surprise, Sara was
about to shout. However, she knew it wouldn't be appropriate. In a low voice, almost like a whisper, she
asked, "What are you doing?"
Devilish smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "You'll see soon," he replied.
He carried her and she began to blush like a virgin. His eyes regarded Sara, eager to see the impact
his actions had on her. Now they had left the sofa.
He took slow and steady steps with Sara's arms wrapped around his neck.
As he walked, he began to think how much he had changed. He hadn't thought himself to be a man
who was capable of falling in love so deeply.
He loved her more than anything, even more than himself. In the past, he was pretty certain that
romance was for other people and he was destined to be alone all his life.
But luckily, he found true love. And this was a happiness he cherished more than anything else in life.
As he continued to climb the stairs, a wonderful fragrance wafted in the air. Undoubtedly, it came from
Sara's hair. Intoxicated by its smell, he sniffed and asked, "Did you apply honey in your hair?"
Until now, Sara had her eyes closed. When she heard this voice, she popped her head out of his arms
and asked, "What did you just say?"
Jacob smiled and said, "I just wanted to tell you your hair smells divine." Then he stepped into the
bedroom.
It was quite dark inside. He put her down and closed the door.
Sara leaned against the wall and made no attempt to move. She feared crashing into Jacob. He knew
where she was. Lovingly, he said, "Honey, the wall is cold. Don't lean there. Instead lean in my arms."
Sara took a step forward and wrapped herself against his strong chest. His powerful hands hugged her
tightly.
Without wasting a second, he began to kiss her hungrily. Surprised, Sara widened her eyes and then
closed them again.
As time passed, his kiss became more passionate. With his fingers, he caressed her soft hair. Sara
relished it and didn't do anything to stop him.
After divorce, Sara no longer felt that sex was an obligation. Instead, it was something that brought
them happiness. Jacob's enthusiasm was radiating. And Sara couldn't help but respond to him with
similar enthusiasm.
He held her in his arms and laid her on the bed.
Since Sara's eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, she could clearly make out Jacob's
features. In the darkness, the beautiful outline of his face was crystal clear.
During their love-making session he looked less serious and more amiable. She reached out and
tousled his smooth hair. Her action brought him to a halt.
"What's wrong, honey?" he asked in a soft voice. They were now in an extremely intimate position.
"I just feel that we haven't been so close to each other for a long time." Sara could feel his warm breath
on her face.
"So?" he asked, pulling her body towards him and cupping her delicate face. His bright eyes sparkled
in the darkness.
Using strength, Sara raised her head and caressed his thin lips. She gave him a passionate kiss. "So I
plan on rewarding you," she whispered.
"Honey, I'm not used to it." Jacob smiled, pretty satisfied with her response.
Responding to her kiss, he started kissing her violently. Her plump lips stripped him of self-control.
Instead of being overwhelmed, it stirred more passion in her. After a long love-making session, they
both let out a heavy gasp and Jacob lay on her.
A few minutes later, Sara gently pushed him off her body and reminded him, "You haven't taken a
shower yet."
Jacob raised his head and his eyes bore into hers. Teasingly, he asked, "Are you indirectly telling me
you want to join me in the shower?"
Her face turned pink. Seeing the reaction his words had inspired in her, he went closer. He pressed his
chest against hers. "What's wrong? Have my words made you blush, honey?" he asked, a smile
playing on his lips.
"I am not your honey! We have divorced, remember? Why do you still call me honey?" Even though
she intended to be stern, she smiled as she spoke.
Jacob put his face against Sara's and said, "You will always be my honey. Let's go and take a shower
together."
Before Sara could turn her face to the other direction, she met Jacob's gaze. He began to kiss her
again and slowly held her in his arms, taking her towards the bathroom.
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