Page 37 of We're Just Friends
I was looking forward to having her to myself all night long for some undeniable reasons. Yet the more we danced, the more I realized that I needed her for emotional reasons too. I was absolutely smitten by Julianna, by the way she talked and laughed, even the way she walked. I didn’t want to imagine what my life would be like without her.
Even after the playlist came to an end, we continued dancing long after the candles had melted away and gone out. As the pale light from the moon seeped in through the windows casting long shadows of us dancing, I traced kisses along the nape of her neck.
15
Julianna
That night with Jake was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Cam had never gone to such great lengths to impress me, but Jake had gone above and beyond. It was just us with a cabin all to ourselves. The way he held me close to his chest while we were dancing made me feel like I was protected with a bullet-proof shield.
He kept sneaking in little kisses throughout the night, too. Some of them were on my cheek, others on my lips, and even a few under my hair against the sensitive skin on my neck. I never expected such a masculine, former womanizer to be so romantic and playful. I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, my life would have a fairytale ending.
After dancing for what seemed to be an eternity, Jake led me to the couch while he turned on the gas logs in the fireplace. It felt nice since it was beginning to get cool inside. It wasn’t until then that I realized the design of the quaint cabin was similar to his brother’s guest house only on a much smaller scale.
I sat down on the couch, warming myself. Soon Jake disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later, holding two glasses of champagne. We clinked glasses, and I nestled into his chest, both of us just gazing at the fire.
“Are you trying to get me drunk again?” I looked up at him and ran my hands along his chin.
“What do you mean by ‘again,’ exactly?”
“I mean the first night you and I, well, you know.” I sipped my champagne and thought about that fateful night when I had consumed a few too many Pina Coladas.
“That was your own doing,” he said with a laugh.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, feeling it move up and down with his breathing. “I didn’t plan on drinking so much. I was just a little nervous about seeing you.”
“How do you think I felt?”
We both laughed a little bit. I looked over to the staircase and squinted my eyes.
“Are those roses?” I was able to see rose petals all over each of the steps that led upstairs.
Jake leaned into my ear and whispered. “Yes.”
He put his hands on my back and began rubbing my shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan and roll my head back. When I did, he leaned forward and gave me a long, deep, and passionate kiss.
I turned around and laid down on my back, feeling the soft couch cushions beneath me. I assumed it would be just like our first night together. Instead, he started rubbing my feet, making it clear that he wouldn’t be working his way up my legs.
“Soon,” he said.
He massaged me that way for a good half hour or so, and I completely sank into his hands. Eventually, my whole body was relaxed.
Finally, he scooped me up, carrying me upstairs in his arms.
At the end of the hallway, which was also scattered with rose petals, was the master bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, I felt dozens of them against my skin. Looking up, I saw a skylight, which allowed me to see the stars in the heavens above.
“Jake,” I whispered as he took off his blazer and began to unbutton his shirt.
The site of his rock hard, chiseled abs made my loins burn with desire. He undid his belt and let his pants slide to the floor, revealing a tight pair of black boxer briefs. His hard cock, pressing against the fabric.
As he slid them off, I instinctively began to untie my dress. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me.
“No,” he whispered, walking over to me, his arousal now inches away from my body. “Let me.”
Jake climbed on top of the bed and untied my dress, exposing my plump, delicate breasts that begged for his touch from beneath my red satin bra. He ran his hands along my curves, all the while slowly sliding off my matching red lace G-string. The heat between our bodies was thicker than it had ever been as he caressed the tender flesh of the inside of my thighs.
“Jake,” I moaned his name even louder than before as his mouth found my swollen folds.
Cam had never performed oral sex on me, and my entire body began to shake with pleasure. My hips instinctively began to roll against him, my thighs wrapping over his shoulders, pulling his mouth even harder against my sensitive clit. Jake’s tongue felt as if it were made just for my pleasure, and selfishly, I wanted him to stay right there.
