If Jacob said the same thing to others, it would only mean nothing.
The person whom he ever wanted, even in his dreams, was Sara.
He swore to himself that he would cherish every second they were together and make sure that he
would remember her memory forever.
Jacob stretched out his hand to pick up Sara, who fast asleep on the sofa. Well, the sofa was not as
comfortable as the bed, so he was afraid that her back would hurt if she slept there for too long. That
was why he decided to carry her to the bedroom at once.
He gently picked her up as though he were to hold a cute kitten. Once she was secured in his arms, he
slowly made his way to the bedroom.
'My father-in-law isn't home. Thank God! If he's here, I won't be able to do what I want.'
Although he seemed relieved, he was worried that it would be inconvenient for them if he lived there for
a long time.
With Carlos around, it would be impossible for him to do a lot of unimaginable things with Sara.
Jacob would be nervous, while Sara would feel shy. At the thought of this, he felt that he only meant
half of his suggestion earlier.
Selling the villa was not a big deal to him. Besides, all he wanted to do was to live with Sara. That was
what he planned from the beginning.
However, Sara must have misinterpreted what he had said. She must have thought that the house
where he wanted to live with was this one.
As they reached the door of the bedroom, he put his arm around her and supported her body with his
right arm while his left hand pushed the door open.
Her room was decorated with warm colors. It looked very lovely, and it gave off a cozy feeling.
Just like the impression Sara gave him, it was also clean and tidy. With a smile, he bent over and
placed her on the bed very gently so as not to wake her up.
Perhaps it was because of the noise that Sara woke up the instant Jacob put her down.
As she opened her eyes, Jacob smiled and gazed at her dotingly. Then, he reached out his hand and
playfully stroked her nose. "I just put you to bed. Why did you wake up?" he asked with concern.
Sara rubbed the sleep in her eyes and curled up into a ball on the bed.
"Well, I felt a little cold and that I was moving, so I woke up."
Her face was red when she spoke. Even though they had been married for years, her face still blushed
whenever he was around.
There is no doubt that a woman nourished by love is the loveliest.
"You're cold?" Jacob sat at the edge of the bed slowly and squeezed into her as if he wanted to warm
her up with his own body.
Sara did not protest nor say anything about it. She just let him hold her tight.
"Is the door locked?" she asked suspiciously as she glanced at the door. 'If my father comes back
suddenly, it will be so embarrassing!' she thought.
"Yes. Actually, I locked it when we entered," Jacob answered while holding her in his arms.
It was not until Sara felt his lean biceps underneath that she realized that they were in an intimate
position.
"You're so ambitious," she said a few moments after. Thanks to Jacob, her body was now starting to
heat up.
Although she said just now that she was cold, she now felt hot all over her body. It was as though his
touch was as hot as fire.
"Yes, you're right." Jacob was holding Sara from behind as they lay on their sides. All of a sudden, he
leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.
What he had said made Sara feel extremely shy. When they were married, it was Sara's duty to make
love with him. If she were to do it now, it was solely because of love and passion.
Anything labeled with love is deemed sacred and special. For Sara, Jacob was a golden scenery in her
life.
Even after being married for a few years, she could still feel his passionate and fervent love for her.
It took her four years to actually know and connect with Jacob. First, it started with his body until it
reached his soul.
Sara closed her eyes and waited for what Jacob would do. To her surprise, nothing happened next.
Just as she was getting impatient, Jacob whispered in her ear, "I told you I wouldn't force you. If you
don't want me to continue, tell me."
After a moment of silence, Sara opened her eyes and turned to face him. "I don't mind. I like it when
you do it to me."
Upon saying that, an adapted version of a line from a fairy tale crossed her mind. 'From then on, the
princess and the prince lived a happy sex life.'
To show that her words were true, Sara raised her head and gave Jacob a torrid kiss. She loved him so
much as well as his passionate soul.
Jacob's desire was completely ignited by what Sara had done. Before he knew it, he was touching the
body of the lovely woman in front of him.
When his cold hands touched Sara's skin, she could not help but shiver.
"Still cold?" Jacob was extremely concerned about Sara's welfare that he stopped the instant he saw
her tremble.
"Yes, but just a little. It doesn't matter. Come on, let me warm your hands," Sara answered while staring
at him invitingly.
However, Jacob was serious and extremely concerned about her. He then sat up and stared into her
eyes.
"No. My hands are cold, so I can't touch you," he said seriously. He was still wearing all of his clothes,
and he seemed to be willing to stop whatever was about to happen.
Sara took a deep breath in exasperation and blankly stared at the ceiling. 'What's wrong with him? We
were already in the mood!'
Noticing the frustration on her face, Jacob tried his best not to laugh. Then, without thinking, he bent
over and kissed her as if nothing had happened.
To his surprise, she pushed him away. She was obviously angry and no longer in the mood to continue.
Now that Jacob realized that she was mad, he began unbuttoning her clothes.
Meanwhile, Sara was still staring at the ceiling. She neither resisted nor agreed with his actions. Jacob
had already unfastened half of her buttons on her shirt yet she remained unmoved.
"What's wrong? Are you really angry?" He felt both nervous and confused.
'Sara changed a lot recently. Women are indeed so complicated! She's happy just now, and the next
second, she's mad. How could that be?'
Without further ado, Sara suddenly turned over and pressed Jacob's body under hers.
In the past, it was the other way around. Jacob was always the one on top whenever they made love.
However, he let her be the lead for the day.
At first, he was taken aback by her actions, but then he liked it.
'Sara has never taken the initiative when we made love before.' It seemed that he really pushed her too
hard. At the thought of it, his lips curled into a sly smile.
"It's me who's going to take the lead today." With her lips curled into a pout, Sara reached out and
began undressing him slowly.
Jacob looked at her, anticipation and enjoyment on his face. He wanted to laugh but knew better that
he should hold it back. They were in the moment, and he did not want to ruin it again.
Seeing Sara like this was so exciting and arousing.
Today, he did not dare to stop her from doing whatever she liked.
Not long after, their harmonious and titillating moans echoed in the room. The scent of their lovemaking
hung in the air, inspiring their love and passion.
After quite some time, they finally finished their sensual and heated intercourse. Sara collapsed on the
bed in exhaustion, followed by Jacob. He then held her in his arms and kissed her on the forehead.
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