“Yes, Jesse. I’ve never uttered ayesas emphatically as I donow.”
We offer a few more yeses,maybe because it feels so good, maybe because we don’t want the other to be confused about how we feel, and then our lips seal, and I lose track of words and language to the feelings sweeping through me as Eric guides me onto my back, showing me with his every move what I’m certain of through thisexchange.
He loves me, and I lovehim.
Married. I’m going to marry this amazing man, and we’re going to spend the rest of our livestogether.
26
Eric
What happenswhen all your plans of proposing to the man you love are shot when that same man gets down on his knee to propose to you? The two of you find your way to a secluded area near the beach and makeout.
In a small ditch in the wooded area near the beach, we nestle together in the sand. We help one another out of our shirts, but without the frantic urgency reminiscent of the first time we were here. There’s this awareness now that we have time—a lifetime—to share our affections. As he lies stretched across me, his hand against my face, making me feel like his everything, I’m reminded of moments we’ve shared in the bedroom, with the toy, and now his fingers. It’s getting easier with practice. But it’s no longer a race to get to my ultimate goal. It’s cherishing each and every moment of connection I get to share with myJesse.
I’ve never felt so safe with anyone in my entire life. Never believed I could allow myself to be so vulnerable with another man. Even just permitting him to be there with me, watching me when I’m weak or struggling, it’s more than I ever could have done with anyone else. I don’t feel judged or pressured, justappreciated.
Eventually, we’re in only our swimsuits, fondling, caressing, locking lips, licking tongues. I roll on top of him so that he lies beneath me, and I press my hand against his, feeling the ring he let me slide on his finger. I pry my lips away from his and turn to look at our fingers, interlocked, and there’s the symbol of our bond, sparking in thesunlight.
“I love it,” he says, gazing at me with that same look he offered when he was down on one knee, declaring his feelings for me, sharing what he wanted as much as I did. “Now I just have to get you one to match.” He winks, the right corner of his lips curling into his dimple, his lopsided smile making him appear particularlycocky.
“I figured we could get you another for the wedding band if you didn’t like that one…or we could use it for the wedding band too. That’s how a lot of guys I know doit.”
“I’m never getting rid of this one, so we might as well make it the real thing too. It’sperfect.”
“There’s that Jesse Morgan smile. The smile I fell so hardfor.”
“And there’s the Eric Westrightstare.”
“The Eric Westrightstare?”
“Like you’re seeing right into my soul, all that Iam.”
“You never try to hide it the way I do withmine.”
“Not from you, at least.” His words are almost a whisper, but I catch the truth inthem.
“I wish I could have done the same with you. Some days it still seems like I’m holding back somuch.”
He sets his hand against my face, and the sensation of his fingers against my scruff…it’s like his touch is forcing past a dam in my heart, pushing the floodgatesopen.
I close my eyes and lean my face against his hand. “I wish I could do that. Show you all of me. Let you right inside my soul to witness every moment, to see the world as I see it, to see yourself how I see you. If you could have that view for even one second, you would always know how strong my feelings for youare.”
As I open my eyes and behold him, he caresses his thumb across mycheek.
“I see more than you realize,Eric.”
He props himself up, his elbows pushing into the sand as he kisses me. I wrap my arm around him, setting my hand against his back and drawing him closer to me. Desire pulses through me, a potent, powerful drug sending me higher and higher. I think Jesse is moaning until I notice it’s me, totally captivated, totally overcome withpassion.
We’ve shared so much since we began seeing one another, yet in this moment, knowing the love he professed, knowing all he wanted to share with me, grants me this feeling that’s altogether so satisfying. It’s a chemistry that runs deeper than pheromones…something we could only discover on this journey we set off on together…through the hurricane of emotions, across a desert of loneliness that has been my whole goddamnedlife.
With one hand still on his back, I slide my other down to his swimsuit, tucking my thumb beneath the waistband and pulling down. He grabs the other side and lifts his ass up as we work together to remove them. I strip out of my own suit, then lie against him, my hard girth against his pelvis as we push together, and I enjoy the sensation of his flesh against my own, his wet lips tastingmine.
He rolls toward me, guiding me onto my back, the sand pricking at my flesh as he rubs his cock against my body. We shower each other with affection and all theI-love-youswe can manage in the time it takes Jesse to guide my shaft so the head of my dick lines up with hishole.
I snicker. “You gonna try to take that dry?” I teasehim.
He licks his hand, reaches back, and lubes my cock up withhimself.
