As the movie went on, I let my hand wander to the hem of his T-shirt.When he didn’t move, I slipped my hand underneath.His skin was warm and silky.And I wasn’t tense anymore.I felt him up under his shirt and then I touched his nipple.Most of my ex-girlfriends had liked it when I did that.I didn’t know how a guy would respond.I pressed my thumbnail into his nipple and felt it tighten.He was breathing harder, so I moved my hand slowly down his belly, finding and following the trail of hair running from his belly button.I paused at his belt, fingering him along the edge of his waistband.He locked eyes with mine, and I slowly unbuckled his belt, popped the button of his jeans, slid my hand inside, and touched him.He was pretty hard.
“Okay?”I said.
“Yeah.”His voice went hoarse the way it did when he was turned on.
I pushed my hand in deeper and enclosed him, then I started to stroke.
“Craig.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
I stopped.“Don’t you want to?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, I want you to.”
I stroked him again, faster.Till now, I’d only ever blown him, so I never saw his face when he shot.I kissed him, because he looked pretty hot right then, and I kept going till he arched his back and shot in my hand.I held him till he was done.Then I gently pulled my hand out.
He was still getting his breath back.I kissed him again and gently eased him off my lap.Then I got up to wash my hand and get him a glass of water.He was lying flat out on the couch.I put the water on the coffee table.He reached for it, but his hand was shaking, so I picked up the glass and brought it to his mouth so he could drink.
Then I moved him to the back of the couch and climbed onto it beside him so we were lying face-to-face.Then we started fooling around again.He was still shaky after shooting, and that made it hotter.
“You want me to blow you?”he said.
He’d never offered before, and I’d never asked.
“You’ve gotta let me take care of you sometimes,” he said.“You took care of me.”
“You said blow jobs were hard work.”
“It wouldn’t feel like work with you.”
“I’m not ready for that,” I said.“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.What do you want?”
“I wanna go to bed and hold you till we fall asleep.”
“You’re easy to please.”
So we went to bed, and I held him, so loose and relaxed because of what I’d done for him.And that felt satisfying.
––––––––
The lady—Gemma—whotaught me how to make Eddie’s bentwood ring had me make four.
“Your first one is basically an experiment,” she told me.“The second one you won’t want to show to anyone.Your fourth one will be special.”
I didn’t tell her who it was for.I didn’t tell anyone, because I wanted him to be the first person I told.
Gemma was right.The fourth one was special, but it wasn’t perfect.So I paid her extra and made a fifth.That was the one.I knew before I’d finished.A bentwood ring the color of his hair.She gave me a velvet box to put it in, and I kept it in a locked drawer at work no one else had the key to.I was afraid if I brought it home, he might find it.
Then, I had to decide where to propose.The apartment was private, but it wasn’t special.I didn’t want to do it in public either.This was about us, nobody else.Then I got this idea to rent a cottage up north and propose to him in the woods.I started checking how much it would cost.I had enough in savings to cover it, and if I took a vacation day on the Monday, we’d have three days together that wasn’t all traveling.We could go after he’d finished shooting his movie.
I didn’t book anything yet, because I was nervous.If he did want to go, it meant I’d be proposing.And what if he said no?
