A/N: Not really my style to drop a rewritten imagine here. But... Since my writer's block is still going strong, I'd say it's only fair that I share this one with the Wattpad readers as well. Obviously this one might be a bit familiar. It's a rewritten version of 'Good Morning' part 1 and 2. 3K longer, better and dirtier. So enjoy, let me know what you think and what you'd like to see next.

Warnings: Oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, shower sex, (some marking + cum, you know the drill, nothing shocking though), a few swearwords, sweet and soft Marky and a water bill so high I could treat you all to dinner.

Word Count: 6.5K

Requested: Yes.

The gentle beams of sunlight shining into the room isn't what wakes you up this morning. It's the prickling of Jacob's beard between your legs, his rough hands sliding over your bare legs, his mouth leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. That's what wakes you up.

For a moment you're completely confused, the sleepy haze still heavily present in your mind. You try to move your legs, gasping when Jacob's mouth makes contact with your core. "Jacob," you whimper, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine," Jacob mumbles from underneath the covers, the vibrations of his voice sending chills throughout your entire body. You grab the covers with both hands, throwing them to the end of the bed as far as you can, revealing a smirking Jacob between your legs. A naked, smirking Jacob to be precise. "Did I wake you up?" Jacob asks you innocently, his fingers brushing over your exposed skin.

"Mmhmm, you sure did," you say, softly smiling at the man between your legs. What a fantastic way to wake up.

"I can always stop and let you go back to sleep?" Jacob whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as he dips his head down. His tongue makes contact with your core again, your hips almost bucking of the bed by the sudden contact.

"Don't you dare, J," you moan out, your hand finding its way into Jacob's hair, gripping the strands tightly between your fingers. "Please, don't stop," you beg him, knowing the effect it will have on him. You hear his sharp intake of breath, his eyes shooting to yours. Gotcha.

"I see what you did there, baby," Jacob groans against your core, slowly dragging his tongue through your slit. You give him an innocent smile, which turns into a quiet moan when Jacob tightens his grip on your thighs, bringing you even closer to his wicked mouth.

Jacob softly sucks your clit into his mouth, his large hands keeping you flat against the mattress. God, Jacob loves to take his time, loves to take it slow, and all you can do is squirm underneath him, hoping, begging he'll give you more than this. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, excruciating slowly, but so, so good. "Please, J," you beg, needing more, needing to feel more than this. Jacob looks at you expectantly, you feel his smirk against your core, waiting for what's yet to come, it always comes.

"Please, Jacob. I need more. Please, can I have more?" you beg him, your eyes pleading to him to fill you, to finally give you what you need. You have absolutely no problem begging Jacob for anything, no shame at all.

"Always so politely huh, sunshine," Jacob mutters, letting one of your legs fall to the side. He shuffles a bit, moving his large body so he can bring his hand between your legs as well. His hand joins his mouth, his long finger spreading your wetness through your slit, before pushing inside of you. You gasp at the sudden, yet welcome intrusion, clamping down on Jacob's finger. "Is that what you wanted, baby?" Jacob ask you, moving his finger inside of you, curling it just the right way to make you slowly lose your mind.

"Yes, yes!" you tell him, not sure if it's an actual answer to his question or an exclamation of relief and contentment.

Jacob makes a sound of approval, pushing a second digit inside of you. Your whimpers and soft moans spurring him on, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Your grip on his hair tightens even more, bringing him impossibly closer to where you need him the most. With only one arm around your thigh you have way more room to move your hips, grinding them against Jacob's face. You can almost feel his smirk, his fingers digging into your skin. "Take it, baby. That's it," he praises you, encouraging you even further to make yourself feel good. This. This is all about you.

The moment your breathing starts to hitch, the moment you get even wetter Jacob knows you're close. All it takes is a little push, a last nibble on your clit, a last hit with his fingers against that one particular spot and you're a goner. It's Jacob's soft voice telling you to come for him that brings you over the edge, your orgasm thundering through your body. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your vision turning blurry, back arching off the mattress. Your legs tighten around Jacob's head, keeping him firmly in place, while he does his ultimate best to prolong your orgasm.

Jacob loves to tease you, loves to watch you squirm underneath him, but he'll always, always let you come. It's his favourite thing in this whole world to watch you come, that blissful look on your face, those quiet moans and whimpers leaving your pretty mouth. There's nothing he loves more, except you. Watching you shatter in front of him, all because of him, is the biggest ego booster anyone can get, watching the person you love orgasm thanks to you, because of you.

When you finally feel like you can breath again you relax your body, with shakily legs you open them up again, freeing Jacob from being smothered. You give him a weak smile, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just had. Jacob crawls back up your body, wiping your juices off his face with the back of his hand. He places his arm next to your head, putting most of his weight on his arm instead of your much smaller frame.

You reach around him, putting your hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to your own. Jacob smiles, dipping down to take your lips with his. His tongue glides over yours, tasting yourself on his tongue makes this an even more intimate experience. It's a pure and raw feeling, you can't even begin to describe it. You break the kiss, smiling back at the man on top of you. "Good morning, sunshine," Jacob smiles back at you, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

"Good morning indeed, baby," you tell him, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. You lay there for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, enjoying the quiet Sunday morning. Jacob rolls over, taking you with him so you're laying on top of his chest, a small squeal leaving your lips with the sudden movement. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his other hand finds its way into your hair, playing with the strands. You revel in the feeling of his strong arms around you, feeling so safe and secure.

You know, oh you know there's no way you're done, there's no way you'll both leave this bed and go on with your day, absolutely no way. Jacob has the exact same idea as his hand slowly moves down to the globes of your ass. Seemingly content with finishing this in bed he grabs one of your cheeks with his large, calloused hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His other hand tugs slightly on your hair, tilting your head so he can capture your lips with his again.

You absolutely want to finish what he started, you want nothing more than that, but you do have other plans than Jacob. Plans that involve him, a hot shower and you on your knees in front of him. You break the kiss, wiggling out of Jacob's arms, who gives you a confused and almost disappointed look, a slight pout visible on his handsome face. You almost feel sorry for him, almost. "Baby?" Jacob whispers, reaching his arms out to you, eyebrows furrowed, an emotion on his face you can't place.

"Don't, J," you shake your head at him, a small smile playing on your lips, surely confusing him even more. Poor guy, now you do start to feel sorry for him. You lean forward, brushing your lips over his ear. "Why don't you head into the shower, love? I think we have some unfinished business, don't you think?" you whisper into his ear, enjoying the way his breathing hitches.

You lean back, looking triumphantly at the astonished Jacob in front of you. He opens and closes his mouth, you're pretty sure you can hear the wheels turning inside of his head. You want to laugh at him, at the way he looks when the realization of your words settle in. His eyes shoot from you to the shower and back to you, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

You shoot him a quick wink, a small smile playing on your lips at his expression. You're pretty sure you've never seen a 6'6 man jump out of bed that fast, almost tripping over the sheets. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to contain your laughter at the sight before you. Jacob untangles his leg as fast as he possibly can, running straight towards the shower.

Barely 5 seconds later you hear the sound of the shower, the water falling on the tiles. You let out the laugh you'd been holding in and climb off the bed yourself, making your way over to the shower to give your boyfriend your own version of 'good morning'.

You softly close the door behind you, turning your gaze onto the man standing underneath the stream of water. Your eyes rake over his naked body, focusing on the water droplets that fall onto his skin, following the sharp edges of his body until they fall down onto the tiles. It's hypnotizing, the way he moves underneath the stream, the way his tattooed arms flex when he brushes his hands through his hair. You could watch him like this forever, never getting bored at the sight before you. What a sight.

Jacob catches you staring, gawking at him and his body. "Come here, babe," he says, smirking at your obvious desire for him. You shake your head, trying to clear it of the lust induced haze – without much luck – before walking into Jacob's awaiting arms. He pulls you close to him, his arms tightening around your body. His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing both of your cheeks with his large hands. You gasp by the sudden pinch, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to claim your lips with his.

His tongue slides over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up for him. A request you happily fulfil, granting him access to your mouth. His tongue collapses with your own, twisting and turning around the other, exploring familiar grounds. Hands wander over wet skin, gasps and moans swallowed by the sound of the never ending stream of water. At some point during your passionate make out Jacob's hand finds its way into your hair, entangling his fingers with the strands.

Jacob tightens his grip on your hair, giving a slight tug to break off the heated kiss. You keep your eyes on him, the twinkling in his eyes promising nothing but trouble and mischief. "Are you gonna get on your knees for me, beautiful?" he whispers against your lips, giving you that signature smile, that smile that could make you do absolutely anything. You nod your head at him, your fingers trailing over his abdomen. You did promise him a 'good morning', right?

Jacob guides you to the ground, his hand firmly on your jaw the entire time. Your hands follow his body, sliding over every part except the part where he aches for you. You lightly dig your nails into his thighs as you settle down on the cold stone tiles. You fight to keep the smirk of your face as Jacob groans, his cock twitching right in front of you. Jacob brushes his thumb over your cheek, before moving it to your bottom lip. You look up at him, the desire and lust clearly swirling in his eyes. Slowly, excruciating slowly he pushes his thumb past your lips, coaxing you to suck it into your mouth.

"Look at you, so eager, aren't you?" Jacob smirks, loving nothing more than filling your pretty mouth. It's a sight for sure, a sight that would be even better if it was his cock in your mouth instead of his thumb, but he's in no rush today. It's his day off, something he doesn't get a lot, something he treats as special. What better way to spend that day with you, on your knees, underneath him, in any possible position and way? Nothing, absolutely nothing beats that.

You release his thumb with a pop, waiting patiently for Jacob's next move. You keep your eyes on him as he gives you a nod, his sign of 'go on'. You waste no time, licking his impressive erection from bottom to top. You keep your focus on the underside of his cock, following the large vein with your tongue, stopping every time you almost reach his tip. Jacob's sharp intakes of breath every time you get closer and closer to the tip spurs you on to prolong your teasing as long as you can, as long as Jacob lets you.

Apparently it won't be that long, the hand still tangled in your hair yanks you backwards. Your eyes shoot to his, while you give him an innocent smile. It's not like he wasn't enjoying it. His hand reaches out, grabbing his throbbing erection. He wraps his fingers around his cock, bringing it closer and closer to your mouth. "Suck," he commands you, a side you don't see often with Jacob, a side that makes you clench your thighs together as desire rushes through your body. You love that side of him, you can only wish it would come out to play more often. Maybe this is the way to achieve that, tease him until he can't help himself but give in to that side of him.

You open up for him, allowing him to slide his erection past your lips. You close your lips around him, softly sucking on his tip. He moans at the feeling, sending chills all over your body. Even in the middle of a shower he tastes like he always does, manly yet fresh, you fucking love it. You simply can't get enough of him.

Grabbing the base of his cock you give him a firm squeeze, another groan falling from his lips. Your tongue swirls around his tip, softly sucking, all while keeping your eyes on Jacob. The way his abdomen flexes every time you suck harder, his eyes looking up to the ceiling every time he moans, it's addicting. Moving your hand at the same tempo as your mouth you find a steady rhythm. You flick your wrist just the way he likes, earning yourself another symphony of moans and groans. Like music to your ears, that's how the moans and groans that leave his lips sound like. Music.

His hand moves to the back of your head, a clear indicator it's time to hand over your control, although you wonder if you even had it in the first place. You can't help freezing up for a second, it isn't Jacob's fault at all, but no matter the crazy amount of time you've been together, he's still impressive. His cock, his cock is impressive and slightly intimidating. Although.. maybe it applies to Jacob as well, 6'6 of pure muscles, tattoos and a beard? Yes, it definitely applies to both.

Jacob notices your slight change in demeanour, halting the slow movements of his hips. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes showing genuine concern. You nod, flickering your eyes downwards, before meeting his eyes again. Jacob chuckles, clearly understanding what this is all about. "Don't worry, sunshine. I know what you can handle, but squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?" he asks you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You nod your head, but Jacob won't continue without hearing your voice, he needs to hear the words. He slips out of your mouth for a moment, allowing you to voice your thoughts. "I'm okay, J. Just a bit intimidated," you tell him, smiling when Jacob can't contain his laughter. "But I'm fine, J. I trust you," you tell him, reassuring him he's good to go. He gives you another smile before bringing his erection back to your lips, coaxing you to open up for him again.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and raspy as he pushes further into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head he slowly moves himself in and out of your mouth, making sure to never push you further than your limit. It takes you a few minutes to get used to him again, finally able to relax around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. "That's it, baby. Look at you," Jacob praises you, only spurring you on to take more, to make this even better for him and you.

His hips thrust forward, deeper into your mouth, a low string of curses leaving his lips. He uses your mouth as he pleases, while also giving you the confidence you can handle him, you can take him. You bring one of your hands back on his thigh, bracing yourself. Your other hand reaches underneath him, gently cupping his balls. You roll them between your fingers, gently giving them your full attention. You know Jacob is close, you know he's chasing his high as his rhythm turns sloppier and sloppier. All he needs is that last push, that last push over the edge that has him tumbling into the abyss of pure euphoria.

Jacob looks down at you, cursing under his breath. There's just something about having his girl on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, that drives him absolute nuts. It isn't a sense of power, it isn't your surrender. It's the complete trust you have in him, it's the love that shows in your eyes, the way you clench your thighs as he fucks your throat, as he chases his orgasm. It's the fact you'll do anything for him to make this a phenomenal experience, just like he tries his hardest to return that favour, to make this just as enjoyable for you. It's teamwork.

He's so close, so close to reaching his high, so close to just shooting his release down your throat. So close, but today he has other plans, plans that don't involve you swallowing his seed. The moment he reaches his high, his orgasm thrashing through his body he pulls your hair, releasing himself with a pop from your mouth. His hand shoots out, grabbing his cock and aiming his release at your chest, coating you in his cum.

You would've laughed if you weren't so shocked, and.. turned on. Watching Jacob orgasm is an amazing experience on its own, but watching him orgasm and mark you with his cum? That's incredibly hot. Hotter than you would've expected it to be, hotter than you would like to admit to yourself. It's a damn good thing you're already in the shower. "What was that, babe?" you ask him, even though you know the answer to that question already, it's clearly written all over his face.

Jacob smirks at you, sliding his fingers through the cum on your chest. "Just staking my claim, sunshine," he simply says, bringing his cum-covered fingers to your mouth. "Open up," he commands you, pushing two fingers past your lips. You suck them into your mouth, licking them clean until there's nothing left. Jacob makes a sound of approval deep in his throat when his eyes focus on your lips wrapped around his fingers, his eyes blazing a fire you've seen so many times before. You're not done yet, you're not done until Jacob tells you you're done.

You release his fingers, looking up at the giant Swede before you. "You don't have to do that, you know? I'm all yours, completely and utterly yours," you tell him, smiling as his face turns into a grin. He holds out his hands for your, helping you back onto both feet again.

"I know, but I like you covered in my cum. It looks good on you," he simply says, shrugging his shoulders like it's the most normal thing to do. You shake your head at him, stepping back under the stream, washing away all the evidence of his 'claim'.

You feel his eyes on you, on your body, on every inch of your skin. It almost burns, leaving a sizzling feeling behind wherever his eyes landed on. His heated stare makes you ache with lust, desire for him, only him. The predatory look in his eyes tells you he's coming for you, he's coming for you hard. You're more than ready for him, more than ready to take all of him.

Within a second his lips crash on yours, his hand landing on your cheek, keeping you close to him. He backs you up against the shower wall, his knee pressing itself between your legs. You gasp into the kiss, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You can't help but roll your hips forward, grinding down on his thigh. Jacob smirks against your lips knowing you can't help yourself, knowing you can't control your need for release.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here against the wall, sunshine," he breathes out against your lips. Your breath catches in your throat by his words, a quiet moan leaving your mouth when his hand moves down your throat towards your breasts. His fingers linger on your throat for just a second, a second that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Aching for him, for his fingers, for his cock, just simply for all that is Jacob.

His hand cups your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple expertly. You drop your head against the cold shower wall, moaning out at the sensation of his fingers on your sensitive nipple, your core shamelessly grinding on his thigh. Your hand reaches between your bodies, instantly finding Jacob's semi-hard cock waiting for you.

You close your fingers around him, gently squeezing his growing erection, moving your hand just the way that riles him up, gets him on high alert. "Fuck, you make me hard so fast," he groans, thrusting upwards into your hand. You smile triumphantly at him, the knowledge that you have this much power over him, makes you even more desperate for him.

Jacob presses his thigh harder against you, his fingers still playing with your taut bud, rolling and pinching them, switching between your left and right breast, driving you absolutely mad. "Are you gonna come for me again, sunshine? Are you gonna show me how pretty you look while getting yourself off on my thigh, huh?" Jacob whispers in your ear, spurring you on to take, take whatever you need. The bastard knows how much his words, how much his teasing turns you on.

His mouth barely leaves your skin, biting and nipping on your neck, throat, anything he can reach. He knows you're ready for him, ready to take all of him. Hell, you've been ready for him all morning, he fucking knows it, but God, he loves to get you off, he loves to watch you get off.

On edge all morning it takes you way less time than expected to reach your high, your second orgasm of the day crashing through your body. Jacob's name on your lips like it's the only thing on your mind, and in a way it is. His hands keep your trembling body upright, his thigh still pressing against your now oversensitive core.

His eyes search yours as soon as you've come down from your high, a search for affirmation, consent. You reach up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down towards your own, crashing your lips on his. "Fuck me, J," you mutter against his lips, the twinkle in his eyes telling you that's exactly his plan.

You squeeze his now throbbing erection again, a breathy moan leaving Jacob's lips. "You're a tease," he mutters under his breath, before grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You squeal, not used to being this high off the ground. Jacob chuckles at your childishness, it isn't that high up.

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer towards your entrance, toward where you need him the most. He slides his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Chuckling low when you whine at him, tired of waiting, tired of not feeling him inside of you. So he gives you what you want, what you ache for. He lines himself up, before slamming all the way home. You choke on your own breath, the sheer force of Jacob's thrust smacking the air out of your lungs. He stretches you to the absolute max, pain and pleasure going hand in hand, although pleasure has the upper hand here, it always has.

Jacob groans, trying to keep himself together. It was a bad, yet fantastic idea to slam himself deep inside of your tight pussy. The feeling of being buried deep inside of you will always feel like something extraordinary to him, it's a mesmerizing feeling and if he could he'd stay like this forever.

"J, baby, you feel so good," you whisper against his shoulder, bringing him back from his thoughts. He returns your praise with a low grunt of his own, slowly starting to move his hips again. Knowing it probably took some toll on him and his control you keep praising him, soft sweet nothings against his shoulder, against his lips. There isn't much room to work with in the shower, the slippery tiles making it hard to go any faster than the slow and steady tempo Jacob keeps right now. It's almost torturous, driving you absolutely mad. The way he fucks you, with slow and deliberate thrusts, making sure you feel every single ridge, every single vein on his cock.

Jacob loves this look on your face, the look of pure bliss, pure euphoria with every thrust he delivers inside of you. He knows he won't last long, not after this morning, not with the way your pussy clamps down on him every time he moves inside of you. "Tell me what you need, sunshine," he groans out, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay. You need, he needs you, to finish first. You'll always come first, always.

"I need more, J, harder," you moan out, your nails digging into Jacob's shoulders. His mouth finds yours again, and only when he bites down on your bottom lip he speeds up. His hands move to your ass, squeezing each of your cheeks roughly, pushing you further into the cold wall. You can still feel his teeth in your lip, when he picks up his pace further, slamming harder and deeper inside of you. Every thrust, every movement he makes hits the right spot inside of you, it's so fucking good.

You feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer, you can feel it crawling over your back, inside your tummy, fucking everywhere. Your vision blurs, nails digging deeper into Jacob's shoulders, black spots appear in your already blurry vision, until you explode around him. Fireworks, fucking fireworks as your orgasm rocks through your body, like your nerve endings are on fire. His name echoes through the shower, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely spent from your third orgasm of the morning. Fuck.

There's no way, no fucking way he can hold out any longer. Your tight pussy pulsing around him, aftershocks from your intense orgasm still rocking through your body, no fucking way he can keep this up. He thrusts into you once, twice more, before his knees buckle slightly as he reaches his own high for the second time this morning. He groans out your name as he buries himself deep, so damn deep inside of you, coating you with his release. His fingers tingle, his legs feel like jelly, his head spins. Never felt a second, fuck.. even a first orgasm like this, so intense, so intimate, so out of this world, absolutely mind-blowing.

Jacob tries his hardest to stay upright, with you still in his arms. Completely out of breath, mind still full of a post-orgasm induced haze, he puts all his weight against your body, crushing you against the shower wall. He drops his head against your shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his racing heart. "You okay there, love?" you ask him softly, running your fingers through his wet hair.

He chuckles low, his raspy voice sending chills all over your body. "More than okay, y/n, more than okay. I just need a minute, maybe two."

A few more minutes pass, before Jacob carefully slips out of you, making sure not to hurt you in any way. He gently puts you back on your own two feet, pulling you back underneath the hot water. Jacob raises his eyebrows at you when you suddenly start laughing, although he can't help the smile that forms on his face by your laughter. Nothing better than seeing his girl smile or laugh. "This water bill is going to be so damn expensive, Jacob," you giggle, pulling him closer to you.

Jacob chuckles, brushing your wet hair out of your face. "I don't care, that was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing," he exclaims, softly pressing his lips on yours in a sweet, loving gesture. He reaches behind you, grabbing one of your shampoo bottles. "Can I wash your hair?" he asks you, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Suspicious, but whatever, if that's what he wants to do, you'll play along with it. You nod your head, before turning around so he can reach your hair.

His fingers brush gently through your hair, the smell of your favourite shampoo filling your nose. You sigh softly, this might be the best feeling in the world, something you could get used to. For a moment you think of ways to get Jacob into the shower with you every time you need to wash your hair, but quickly decide that would be a terrible idea. Not for you though, but definitely for your bank account and mother nature. Definitely shouldn't do that, right?

Jacob's voice brings you back from your thoughts, his fingers massaging your scalp. "Am I doing this right?" he asks you, a hint of insecurity lacing his voice. You try to answer him, but the only sounds coming from your lips is a muffled moan. "I guess I am," Jacob chuckles, gently washing the shampoo out of your hair.

You close your eyes, enjoying his hands brushing through your hair, just enjoying his touches. It's like he can read your mind, it's almost scary. Just like you expected he had more up his sleeve when he asked if he could wash your hair. His hands wandering down your body, gently soaping your breasts. His soapy hands make soft circles over your breasts, cleaning them thoroughly, even though there's no way they're still dirty after the amount of time you spend under the shower stream. "You just needed to touch me some more, huh?

you muse, shaking your head softly at him, not bothering to hide your grin.

"I need to make sure you're completely clean, sunshine," Jacob tells you, humour lacing his voice. Not bothered by his actions you let him clean you, from your head to your toes, no spot stays untouched. You guess he needs this right now, to make sure you're absolutely okay, a way of aftercare, so you're more than happy to give him this.

It takes both of you another 15 minutes to finally get out of the shower and dry off. It's hard, so hard when you have such an attractive male running around, a naked, attractive male may you add, to keep your hands to yourself. And boy, it's the exact same way for Jacob, who can't keep his eyes and hands off you, imagining all the possible ways he can get you underneath or on top of him today, tomorrow and the day after that. It's hard not touching each other, but why should you stop?

So when an arm wraps around your waist after you just pulled on some panties and hooked your bra, you lean back against the muscular chest behind you. His arm tightens around you, his hand covering your belly. You can feel he's also still in the process of dressing himself, feeling the warmth radiating from his naked chest. You drop your head against his shoulder, enjoying his affection and attention to the fullest while you still can. You don't even want to think about that upcoming road trip, not right now, right now all you want to think about is him, him and his warm body.

Jacob presses a soft kiss underneath your ear, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. "I love you, y/n. I'm going to tell you that a million times more, until you're absolutely fed up with it, but I need you to know that," he whispers against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist, before looking up at him. "I love you too, J. So, so much, you know that, right?" you ask him softly, a small smile on your lips. His words make the butterflies in your stomach flutter at full force, you'll never get used to hearing those words coming from his mouth, never. His words hold a certain edge though, an edge you aren't used to hearing from him. It's almost like he's looking for confirmation, looking for a way to take away his insecurities, whatever they might be.

You squeal when he suddenly picks you up and drops you on the bed. For a moment he simply stares at you, his eyes raking over your body. Just as you want to tell him you aren't having sex with him again, at least not yet, he chuckles. "I'm not trying to seduce you, sunshine." When he finally got his fill of your body, he crawls on top of you, wiggling himself between your legs. He softly pecks your lips, before pulling back, a soft smile on his lips.

You cock your head at him, curious to know what he's thinking right now. "Do you know why I call you 'sunshine'?" he asks you, that same smile turning into a grin. You shake your head at him, you never thought much about that nickname, although you absolutely adore it. "I never thought I would find someone like you. Even after all this time together I'm still so," Jacob muses over the right word for a moment, "amazed? I can't even find the right words to describe it." He stays silent for a few seconds after that, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. Although he doesn't speak, his face does. The smile plastered on his face tells you a lot, the glint in his eyes tells you even more. You better pay attention to whatever he'll tell you, you can see it's important to him.

"You filled my life with sunshine, you still do every single day. When you give me one of those grins that make your eyes wrinkle, I feel like I'm on top of this world." You can't help but laugh at that, it's no secret Jacob loves that, even though you aren't too fond of it yourself. "You know those first sunny days? Those first warm beams of sunshine after the cold winter?" he asks you, and you nod. "That's how you feel to me, every time you smile, every time you look at me. You feel like those first beams of sunshine, the beams that warm your skin, the beams that make you forget the cold winter you endured. That's how you feel to me, like sunshine. You light up my world, you cover me in sunshine, you are my sunshine."

His words tug at your heart, you had no idea your nickname went that deep, that it has that much meaning to him. What he just told you means more to you than anything ever could. You can't help the emotions breaking free, you can't help the tears that fall from your eyes, you can't help how his words make you love him even more. He bared himself to you, showed his vulnerable side, showed you what you really mean to him. "I didn't mean to make you cry," Jacob whispers, gently wiping the tears from underneath your eyes. "Talk to me, baby," he murmurs softly as he gently kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips, anything, until you let out a giggle.

You cup his cheek with your hand, softly smiling through your tears. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, love," you whisper to him. "You shower me in love, affection and good times every single day. You make me feel so loved, so safe, so special. No words can describe how much I love you, Jacob, absolutely no words, but I'll try my very best to show you exactly how much. Every day I get to spend with you is one I'll cherish for the rest of my life."

Jacob leans forward, his lips pressing onto yours, so soft, so gentle, almost like he's afraid to break this vulnerable, real moment you're sharing with each other. You wipe away the stray tear that falls from his eye, he might be 6'6 and playing one of the toughest sports out there, he's still human, he still feels like any other person. He buries his hand in your hair, pressing harder against your lips, never have you felt this close to each other.

He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on you as a smile slowly grows on his face. "It's a damn good thing I have you for the rest of my life then. We'll cherish every day together," he pledges.

You can't stop your laughter as Jacob rolls over, taking you with him. You land back on top of him, staring down at the love of your life. "We'll make every single day count, J."

"Every single minute of every single day, sunshine."