Loving Jake

MY heart is threatening to jump out of my chest.

The wild crashing of the seemingly furious waves on the shore and the rowdiness of the group of guys about a hundred meters away were nothing compared to the deafening beat of my racing my heart.

I am nervous. But in a good way.

I am happily nervous. I am nervously happy.

I took a sip from my Mojito tumbler and closed my eyes. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. I really should stop overthinking. Nothing ever comes out good from overthinking. I should just focus on being happy. I should be happy.

Why shouldn’t I be, anyway? There are so many things to be ecstatic about.

I am in this paradise and on a break from work, albeit short. I am a few kilometers away from the hustle and bustle of Manila. I am with Jake, the love of my life. What more can I ask for?

I smiled. Only to frown again. I suddenly became aware of the fact that it had been a couple of minutes since Jake left me, alone, under this coconut tree, to go to the Front Desk. Whatever it was that was taking him too long to come back, I had no idea.

I, once again, took a deep breath. Reminding myself to just chill and relax. Jake would come back in a few minutes. I should stop fussing about it. There was no reason for him not to come back to me.

I turned to face the main building of the resort, squinting as my eyes were met by the bright halogen light upfront. I blinked. Twice. And saw him. I smiled.

Just seeing Jake walk towards me, with that swag that only a man confident of himself can pull off, made me forget all my worries and uncertainties. The soft lighting from the lampposts behind him made everything seem even more surreal.

Romulus Joaquin “Jake” Del Rosario was gorgeous. Unreasonably. Excessively. Unnecessarily.

He had an aquiline nose, courtesy of a Hispanic ancestry on his mother’s side. He had lips that seemed always ready to smile. He had dimples and a perfect set of teeth. His perfectly tanned skin from the very Filipino side of his father made him look more masculine. He, definitely, had beautiful eyes too. Expressive eyes. Sexy eyes...

He was really sexy, too, in the most literal definition of the word. He was five feet-eleven inches tall, had broad shoulders, wide chest. Yes, I fell for him way before I saw his washboard abs.

Jake's good traits and admirable attributes did not end with him being an eye-candy. He was also a hardworking Licensed Civil Engineer. He graduated at the top of his class and placed first on the Board Exams. He was a caring son to his mom and dad, a generous brother to his siblings and a thoughtful friend to me.

Jake smiled when he was just a few feet away from me.

My heart skipped a beat but I feigned a frown. “What took you so long?” I nagged.

He grinned. Sheepishly. “Why, you missed me?”

I rolled my eyes. “You wish,” I said.

Jake laughed. He grabbed my waist and hugged me from behind.

I would have to admit I was a bit surprised. But I did not say anything. I feel safe and secure in his arms. It felt like home.

He, too, did not say anything. He just held me tight like it was the most normal thing to do. Like he had the right to hug me whenever he wanted. Like I had the right to lean on his broad chest whenever I wanted to.

But despite the happiness and joy that flooded my heart, I wanted to ask him what it was that he was thinking of. Me... I’ve got tons of questions. Questions like ‘why did he take me to this secluded place,’ or ‘why was he suddenly hugging me,’ or ‘are we now up one level in the hierarchy of boy-girl relationships and no longer "just friends"?’

I took a deep breath. I was not really sure if I had the strength to hear his answers to those questions. And so, I just kept my mouth shut.

“What’s on your mind, Mia?” he asked.

I almost jumped at the unexpected question. He asked the very question that I have been contemplating on asking him. “N-nothing,” I mumbled.

He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Are you happy, Mia?”

His warm breath fanning the side of my neck made my skin tingle. I could feel goosebumps rising from my arms and nape. If I move my head slightly to the left to face him, my lips would surely land on his. I swallowed hard. Just thinking of his lips against mine makes my heart go wild.

I sighed. With each passing day, trying to fight my feelings for him was becoming more and more difficult.

I cleared my throat and turned around to face him. He did not let go of my waist. I let go of another sigh. “I couldn’t be happier than I am right now, Jake,” I whispered. Wherever in the world did I ever find the courage to say that, I had no idea. That was the truth, anyway. “How about you. Are you? I mean happy?”

Jake caressed my cheek. “Of course. How can I not be when I am with the most beautiful girl in the whole world?”

My heart skipped a beat. If he really meant that, I did not know. But it felt really good. “Stop it, you’re making me blush,” I said, playfully slapping his cheek. I laughed a little.

Jake tilted his head to the left. “Have I ever told you that you’re even prettier when you blush?” As he was saying that, his hands started moving from my waist down to my hips. He drew me closer against him and looked me straight in the eye.

I bit my lower lip. I shivered a little. If it was because of the cool night air or if it was because of the way he was looking at me, I did not know. “No, not yet.”

“You are, Mia. You're beautiful. Very beautiful.”

I could not think of anything amusing to say. Not when he was that close. The wild thumping on my chest had turned into drumbeats. Fast. Loud. "Jake-"

“I really want to kiss you, Mia.”

There was actually no need for him to say that. I could clearly see in his eyes that he wanted to kiss me. And by God, I so wanted to kiss him, too.

"Jake..."

Jake smiled. It was a reassuring smile. He held my chin. He lifted it a little and our eyes met. He bent a little.

The moment his lips met mine, my whole world began to spin.

That was not my first kiss. I have kissed a few frogs in my twenty eight years; not even a single one turned out to be a prince. And yes, Jake’s kiss was a hundred times better than all of those kisses combined. The way he teased my lips left me wanting for more. Every stroke and every probe of his tongue made me crave for more.

I placed my arms on his nape, sensually brushing the tip of my tongue on his lower lip, then on his upper lip. Jake responded by caressing my side. Slowly, in up-down motion until he decided to stop and cup my left breast.

He started kneading, gently squeezing. I could feel the warmth of his hand against the thin material of my blouse. He drew me closer against him, making me feel how much he wanted me. His arousal was unmistakable.

Jake’s lips moved lower. He gently nibbled on my neck and shoulder. He unfastened my halter top and let the soft cloth fall to my waist. He untied my bikini top, too. The moment he got the tiny piece of cloth off me, he bent, his face descending on my chest.

I closed my eyes when his mouth claimed one peak. I had to arch my back to the sweetest of sensations. As Jake flicked his tongue on my taut nipple, he caressed the second globe. I tangled my fingers on his hair. His lips then moved to the other peak. I shivered as the cool night air caressed the moist tip that he had previously teased.

That was when I realized where we were. “Somebody might see us,” I whispered breathlessly. We were in a secluded part of the resort but there was no guarantee that no one would pass by and accidentally see us.

Jake looked at me. He pressed his forehead on mine. “If we go back to the cottage… the moment we’re inside that cottage… I won’t be able to control myself, Mia. I will take you. I will make love to you. Completely. Thoroughly.”

I swallowed hard. While it was true that I have been contemplating about being intimate with Jake for quite a while now, I would have to admit that I am a little a scared. We are not in a relationship. We were just friends.

But I loved him. And that was all that mattered.

I took a deep breath. I knew what I wanted. And I could not let fear get in the way. “You’re funny," I said. "Where were you planning to stay the whole night, then?" He only booked for one cottage. Had it not been for my racing heart, I would have smiled.

Jake grinned but his palm did not let go of my breast. He shrugged. “Then what do you suggest we do?” He, again, started caressing my breast. His thumb now now teasing my nipple.

I bit my lower lip. “W-why ask me?”

He cupped my cheek and looked me straight in the eye. “I know what I want, Mia. You,” he whispered. “I want you. I’m dying to make love to you. But not until you’re ready.”

Wherever he got the idea that I was not ready, I don’t know. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him, too. I just don’t know how to tell him. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I wanted him, too.

Jake, however, seemed to be in no need of my answer. From my cheek, he let his hand take an imaginary trail down to my neck. To my chest. “You can always say ‘no’. But I’m really hoping you’d say ‘yes.’ Tonight.”

I swallowed hard when I saw him pull the hem of my skirt, letting his fingers brush my thighs.

“No pressure, Mia,” he whispered but he cupped the mound in between my thighs; his thumb tracing the groove on the very center. The touch was as light as a feather but I could feel the sweet sensation racing down my spine.

I had to bite my lower lip harder to keep myself from moaning. He slid his hand inside my thongs. He pressed my clit. I clutched his shoulders tightly.

“You’re dripping wet,” he whispered.

I could feel the sudden rush of blood to my face. “And you really have to say that?

Jake smiled. “Makes me really happy to know that you easily get wet for me. Only for me.” He then started making slow, circular motions on my clit that made my insides melt.

“Oh, God, Jake…” I moaned. It was so sinfully delicious.

“Part your legs a little, babe,” he whispered.

I did. I felt him wedge his thigh in between my thighs. He then slid a digit into my core. And then another. I whimpered and clawed on his shoulders. I was moaning like there was no tomorrow.

I, soon, found myself meeting every thrust of Jake’s fingers. I no longer cared where we were. Every thrust seemed deeper than the last. “God, Jake…”

“You almost there, babe?” Jake whispered.

I licked my lips. “I-I think so…” I said breathlessly. I can now feel the tingling heat swirling in the pits of my belly.

“Just go, babe,” he coaxed.

I looked at him. “H-how about you?”

“I can have my fill later. You’ll take care of me later, right? Inside the cottage?”

Just thinking of giving Jake the same kind of pleasure he was giving me at the very moment was enough to set me on the edge of carnal satisfaction. “Oh, God, Jake…” I was whimpering. I could hear the ringing of a phone from afar. It seems to be coming from under the bed.

Bed?

There should be no bed. I should be under a coconut tree. By the beach. With Jake. And I am just seconds away from clitoral orgasm.

“Just let go, baby,” Jake coaxed.

The combination of his sexy voice and skillful fingers were just too much for me to bear. “I’m coming, Jake,” I was whimpering, clutching his shoulders tightly, bracing myself for that dive into oblivion that could shatter me into a million pieces.

But my eyes flew open.

There was no beach. There was no coconut tree. And there, certainly, was no Jake.

I am alone in my room. The late afternoon sun hitting my face. Taunting me. As if saying that I have to wake up from my dreams.

That everything was just a dream.

That I can only have Jake in my dreams.

***to be continued***