Poems For Daniel

Twenty-Five

"I thought you said no," he gave me a puzzled expression. "I did, but they don't know that," I answered. "What do you mean they don't know? If we're not getting married, you need to tell them we're not," he said. "I tried to tell them, Jeremiah. I wouldn't tell them we're getting married when we're not," I replied. He sighed. "Are we going to have to fake it or what's the situation?" he ran his fingers through his hair in a stressed manner. "I don't know.. I really hope we don't have to fake it," I sighed. He released a deep breath before pulling me close to him. "Let's think positively about this," he spoke as I straddled him. "We won't have to sneak around to see each other anymore," he spoke before pecking my lips. "Yeah, but--." "Think positively," he reminded me. I sighed and covered my eyes with my eyes. "I'm stressed now. What do you mean 'think positively'?," I groaned. I soon felt his lips against my neck. "Just relax," his hands were placed flat against my back, pushing my body into his as he continued kissing me. I sighed. "I missed you, Safaree. Can I revel in the fact that I have you in my arms again?" he mumbled against my skin. My mind was spinning and my stomach was filled with butterflies as his lips remained against my neck. "Jeremiah, please... Baby, please," I whispered. "Please what, Love?" his large hands caressed my body. I didn't know what I needed, but I knew I needed it. Whatever it was.

"Don't tease me," I whispered. He chuckled softly before pecking my lips. "And, why would I be teasing you?" he softly spoke. "Because it's your favorite thing to do," I replied. He laughed again. "As fun as it is and as tempting as it sounds, I don't want to torture you today," he ran his fingertips along the hem of my shirt. "What do you want to do today?" I asked. "Let's go out for ice cream," he suggested. "It's cold enough outside, Jeremiah," I told him. "I don't care," he smiled. "Please, Baby," he begged while wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me closer toward him and buried his face in my neck. "Please," he whispered. I sighed before reluctantly agreeing. "Yay. I love you," he smiled before pecking my lips.

I threw on some decent clothes before doing my hair and putting on a pair of Vans. Jeremiah watched me, his eyes burning into mine. "What?" I raised an eyebrow. He took my hand into his and locked our pinkies. "I love you with everything in me, Safaree," he confessed. "I love you too," I smiled slightly. He pecked my lips back to back to back. "Can we go over my place?" he asked. "Why'd you suddenly change your mind?" I inquired. "I don't know," he shrugged with that goofy smile. I released a small laugh before placing my hands on each side of his face. "I can't wait to marry you," I smiled.

Jeremy and I made our way to the front door of my home so we could leave. "Safaree!" my mother called from the kitchen. "Yes?" I called back. "Come here." I hesitantly made my way to the kitchen. She was leaning against the stove when I walked in. "Are you serious about marrying this b... I'm sorry. Are you headed somewhere?" she looked a bit puzzled. "Yeah, me and, uh, Jeremiah were going out for ice cream," I lied. "Oh, what time will you be back?" she inquired. "Around 7 or 8 hopefully," I answered. "I really need to talk to you when you get back, alright?" she spoke. I nodded before leaving the room... Jeremiah and I left.

We made it to his place. "So, where's your mom?" I asked. "She's spending a few days out of town," he replied. "Even for a day like this?" I reminded him that it was still Christmas. "Yeah. Christmas has been lonely these last couple of years," he spoke while hanging his coat up. He took my coat off of me and hung that up also. "Go get the stuff for the ice cream and stuff. I'll get the fireplace going," he instructed. I did just that. I got the bowls and ice cream and chocolate syrup and whatnot. I made bowls of ice cream for us both and brought the bowls to him. I sat on the rug, next to him. I felt his stare on me as I began eating my ice cream.

"What?" I asked after slowly looking at him. "Come here," he motioned me to come closer. I put my bowl down as he bit his bottom lip. He caressed my cheek, running his thumb along my freckles. I internally purred at his touch. I'm instant puddy in his hands when he touches me. He kissed my lips sweetly, his strawberry ice cream flavored lips pressing against my vanilla. He sucked and bit my lip slowly as he pulled me closer. "I missed this so much," he whispered. Our tongues met and it grew hot in the room. I pulled away panting. "The ice cream's melting," I whispered. "Don't worry about that," he smirked while unbuttoning my shirt.

Once my shirt was open, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him. He left kisses on my neck and down my chest, causing light moans to escape my mouth. He laid me back on the rug and pecked my lips. He grabbed his bowl of ice cream along with his spoon. Next thing I know, something cold is dripping onto my skin. I squirmed and bit my lip at the sudden action. He chuckled. "I love watching you squirm." I glared at him, but before I could say anything, his tongue was moving against my skin. I moaned as my eyes closed. He popped my bra strap against me, making me hiss in pain and pleasure. "You like this?" he mumbled. I nodded while biting my lip. "I'm going to be so sticky when you're done," I giggled. He chuckled again, making me smile.

He took his spoon again and scooped some ice cream again. He smeared the dessert over my breasts before beginning to lick and suck on them as if they were treats on their own. "Fuck," I ran my fingers through his hair. "Seems like someone forgot the chocolate syrup," he mumbled before sitting up and taking off his shirt. I loved seeing his body. Every time I saw it, I just wanted to lick his chocolate skin... "Someone's going to have to be punished for forgetting the chocolate syrup," he mumbled into my ear while unbuttoning my jeans. "I-I'll go get it, Baby," I whimpered. "No, it's far too late now," he replied while pulling my jeans off of me. His cold fingers toyed with my nipples as his warm lips trailed my inner thighs. I shivered under him, finding the contrast of temperatures beyond the point of just pleasurable. He slowly removed my underwear, licking his lips hungrily in the process. "I love you," he breathed right onto my sacred place, making me want to take him down right then and there. I released a moan as he kissed my lips.

With that single peck, he dove into my pink matter and didn't stop giving me pleasure until my climax was met. I pulled him close to me as he came face to face with me. "I love you," I sighed as he left kisses up my neck. "You know I love you too," he mumbled. "Lay down," I whispered. He followed my instructions before I unbuckled his belt. I straddled him before grabbing my bowl of vanilla ice cream and pouring it down his torso. "Fuck," he bit his bottom lip. I licked the ice cream off of his chocolate body, looking up at him with hungry eyes while doing so. "You look so good, Baby. I just wanna--." "Ah ah. You don't want to spoil the surprise, do you?" I teased in his ear. He tensed beneath me as I kissed his neck. "Relax," I whispered. I felt his hand moving beneath me and toward his jeans. "No," I moved his hand away. "Just do it already," he growled. "Are you rushing me?" I moaned while grinding on him. He groaned, his fingers finding their way into my hair. He gripped and bit his lip. "I just need to feel you. Your lips, your breasts, that pretty little pu--." "Shh," I told him. "Be patient," I whispered before kissing his lips. He kissed back, biting and sucking my lip ravenously. "I want you so bad," he muttered. "I gotchu," I pulled my lips from his. I took his jeans off along with his underwear. He was no longer restricted by his clothing, and because of it, I realized how much I was torturing him. To make up for my torture, I pleasured him until he couldn't take it anymore. I looked into his eyes as our faces got closer. "I love you," he panted before I pecked his lips. I gazed into his eyes as I laid on top of him.

Our bodies were stuck to each other. "I love you too," I finally replied. "Let me be on top," he spoke while his fingers drew circles in my skin. "No," I left kisses on his neck. "You tease too much, Safaree," he groaned. "I don't tease. I just take my time," I kissed his Adam's apple. He moved his hand in between us again. "Am I taking too long for you?" I asked as he bit his bottom lip. He nodded as I felt his hand moving beneath me. "Can you do this better than me, Baby?" he looked at me hungrily. "You gotta condom?" I raised an eyebrow...

We lied there, embracing each other under the blanket he grabbed before we even started. I was still coming down from my high, my nails slowly surfacing from his flawless skin. I panted against him, letting myself completely unfold on top of him. "I love you," he whispered, his fingers lazily tracing circles in my back. "I love you too," I replied softly, my voice hoarse. We enjoyed the silence as the fireplace continued going. "When do you think you'll be ready?" he asked about getting married. "I don't know," I whispered. "Would you... Nevermind. I don't want you taking it the wrong way," he shook his head. "Say it," I caressed his face. "No, I'm not going to say it," he shook his head again. "Say it. Please," I begged...

He sighed. "Would you have said yes if I was Daniel?" he asked. There was a pause. "You don't have to answer it. It was a stupid question," he pulled me closer toward him. "Let's just go to sleep," he mumbled, quickly resuming to trace circles in my back...

He eventually dozed off, his fingers no longer dancing along my lower back. I remained wide awake. Even though my body was exhausted, my mind raced with ongoing thoughts.

"Would you have said yes if I was Daniel?"

Would I have said yes to Daniel if he proposed to me?

Maybe.