“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I say, “and I’m afraid I’m going to wake.”

He grabs my face. “It’s real, baby.”

I bend my head now and kiss his tattoo. “Show me it’s real.”

He rolls us over, putting me on my back, and hovers over me. His lips come down, and my mouth opens for him. He kisses me, moving slowly across my cheek and then under my chin toward my neck. I arch my back and watch his every move. I make a mental note of him. His eyes get darker when he pulls down one of my bra straps. He kisses the top of my breast and slowly pulls it down, and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. My eyes want to watch him, but they close as his tongue twirls around one nipple and then the other. “Jacob.” I whisper his name, my eyes feeling heavier than ever.

He moves his kisses lower on my stomach, and he stops, putting his hands on my stomach. My eyes open, and I look at him. “The next time, I’ll be there from the beginning,” he whispers, and his eyes look into mine. “One of these days, we’ll have another baby.” I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything past the lump in my throat.

My hand moves to his head, and I run it through his damp hair. “Make love to me.” He gives me one more kiss before he slips off my shorts and panties at the same time.

“Fuck,” he says, looking down at me. “Just a taste,” he says and buries his face into my pussy. His hands open my lips so he can suck my clit into his mouth, making my legs open for him.

One thing we always did was experiment with each other. Neither of us was shy about what we wanted. I loved his mouth on me, and I always have. He uses one of his fingers to enter me slowly, and I almost squeeze his head with my knees. “Jacob.” I can only pant his name. As he moves his fingers in and out, he never once lets go of my clit. He sucks it, nibbles it, flicks it, and just like that, the next thing I moan out is his name as I come apart on his tongue and his fingers.

I watch him take one last lick before he kneels in the middle of my open legs. He pulls down his shorts, and his cock springs out. I lick my lips, thinking of having him in my mouth. “Not now,” he says to me and then he opens his mouth.

“What?” I ask, and he rubs his hands over his face.

“I don’t have condoms,” he groans, and I try not to laugh by rolling my lips.