Emily
It’s March, six months since the photos were posted all over school. A lot has changed since then, but things are mostly the same. I’m still dating Jake and it’s wonderful. I feel more like my old self and I’m always having fun. Jake took me to the Fall Fling and I had a fabulous time. I got to dress up and see Jake all dressed up too.
Christmas was spent at my house. Jake’s dad told him that he was going to be working on getting sober. He has made outstanding progress but Jake still takes Drake with him everywhere.
Jake has taken me out on many dates, but my favorite is when he took me out for my birthday in October. We had a romantic dinner and danced the night away. It was on Valentine’s Day, though that I realized I loved him. I haven’t told him yet, of course. I’ve been digesting everything that happens to try and figure out if the feeling is mutual.
I don’t want to say anything, yet. I don’t want to open myself up to that kind of hurt. I think Jake might love me. He showers me with constant affection and spends more time than ever with me. I’m just not sure. So for now, I’ll wait until he says something or I get the balls to say it myself. It might be a while though so don’t hold your breath over it.
It’s spring break and Jake has been at my house all week. While Dad hasn’t let him stay over again since I was sick, he stays as late as he can. Sometimes Drake is here, sometimes he is with a friend. Today, he is with a friend and since my dad doesn’t get off for spring break, it’s just me and Jake. We are spending the day inside.
Jake is lying behind me with one arm draped over my waist and the other under my neck on the couch. I have my arm over the one on my waist with my hand over his. We are watching That’s 70s Show when Jake starts feathering kisses down my neck and shoulder, pushing my shirt over to expose the skin. I tilt my head so he can roam wherever he likes.
There’s a spot just behind my ear though that makes my insides turn liquid and Jake is taking full advantage of that today. Unable to take it anymore, I turn over to him and capture his mouth. His tongue lightly moves over my lips and I open up to him. His tongue brushes over mine and I take in the taste of him. My hand run down his chest to his soft spot.
I lightly lift his shirt and trail my fingers over his abs. His moan is muffled by our kiss and after a few minutes of my fingers barely feathering over his skin he pulls away with desire flaming in his eyes. Our breathing is quick as he says, “You know you drive me insane when you do that.” He captures my hands in his. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” I shake my head. He pushes me backwards and lays on me. He hands cup my face and ever so lightly his lips move over mine, driving me crazy with the desire to have them. I lean my head forward but he moves back each time I try.
I finally lay my head back on the pillow and he continues his assault. His tongue just slightly trails over my parted lips and a sigh escapes. Quickly, I took my hand from his and grabbed his neck bringing his lips to mine fully. Everything about our movements displays urgency, passion, and a urge to fill our need without going too far. Jake’s large hands travel down my sides as his fingers slightly push up my shirt.
His fingers tease my skin as I did with him earlier. A moan escaped me and I run my fingers through Jake’s jet black hair grasping it once I reached the nape of his neck. My back arched some when Jake’s fevered kisses trailed down my jaw and into my neck to the spot that was about to be the undoing of me. We were breathing heavily when I managed to tell Jake not to leave a hickey…again.
After the first one that lasted a full week and I had to try and cover it up all week, I told him to be careful and not give me another one. Jake had turned it into a playful game to be creative and find spots that would set me on fire and hide a hickey. Jake chuckled against my neck before he abruptly stopped, propped himself on his elbows on either side of my head, and smiled at me.
His powerful green eyes gazed down at me. “What,” I breathe out.
He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and said, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Depends,” I begin with a smile. “Are we talking about over all or my kissing skills?”
He laughed and gave me another quick kiss. “All over. However, your kissing skills are quite exceptional.”
A blush that I fear will never go away creeps onto my face. His smile broadens. “I’m so happy I can make you do that.”
I moan and say, “I’m not.” He laughs and I let out at squeal as he rearranges himself to tickle me. “Jake! What did I tell you about this?” I say in between laughing.
His face turns serious but he keeps tickling me. “You told me not to do it, which makes it all the more fun.”
“Jake! Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please, I’ll do anything. Jake!”
Suddenly his hands stop and his lips are an inch from mine. “Anything, huh?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his green eyes. I move my hands slowly down my side so I can grab his hands, but he catches them instead. “Trying to trick me, are you?” He holds both hands in one of his while he begins the tickling attack again.
“Okay! I’m sorry! Anything!”
His hand stops. “I would like a kiss,” he tells me. And here I was worried that he would have me do something crazy. I nod. He releases my hands and I place them on either side of his face.
His cheeks are a little rough with a five o’clock shadow, but it turns me on to feel the stubble under my fingers. Gazing into his eyes, I trail my fingers down his cheeks and along his jaw. I move to his lips, letting my thumb slide over the plump lips. Placing my hands on the base of his neck, I move him towards me for a slow, sensual kiss.
A few, long, wonderful minutes later, he pul
ls away with a smile. “I should tickle you more often if that’s the kiss I will get.”
I laugh and push him back into the couch to roll over and watch TV. “I’m serious Jake. Next time, results will be deadly,” I tell him. He chuckles and places a kiss on the back of my neck.