Chapter 32 #2
“Look at me,” he growls. Urgent. Demanding. I hadn’t looked away, but I understand his command.
With every muscle still awash with pleasure, I stare into his eyes, his soul, as he shakes and spills himself across my breasts. With a deep, satisfied sigh, he lifts my hand off of him, kisses my knuckles, then closes his eyes.
Since we’re still touching, nothing changes for a few breaths, then I feel that familiar tug and snap.
The heavy, satiated feeling that was coursing through my body a moment ago is gone.
His hand is back on me. My hand is back on him.
He’s as hard as ever and grinning like I just gave him the best birthday present of his life. I guess in a way I did.
“Again?” he asks, giddy.
“This is incredible.”
We both laugh like we just discovered a treasure no one else knew about.
He collapses next to me, pulling me against his side.
His breath tickles my hair as I bury my face in his chest. I try to hush him, but it just makes us both laugh more.
Our giddiness transforms into hungry kissing, quickly growing in intensity.
Both our bodies as ready as if we hadn’t just orgasmed.
Cosmos hops off the bed and digs around in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a condom.
“Do we even need it?” I ask softly. If we keep time stopped, there shouldn’t be any risk of getting pregnant, or of anything else. Everything will just revert to before we started.
“Better to be safe.” He rolls it on as he stalks his way back to me.
But he doesn’t get back on the bed, like I expect.
He grabs my ankles and tugs, pulling me to the edge.
He rubs his hands along my thighs, lifting one of my legs and wrapping it around his waist as his palms support and lift my ass.
“You really like that, huh?” I ask.
“You? Yes, Hazel. I like every bit of you very much.” His hands squeeze, his length rubbing against me as his eyes scan my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
“No.” I swat lightly at his chest, digging my heel into his back. “The leg-lifting thing. You kept wrapping my leg around you when we were dancing and when we kissed and… um, when you went down on me.”
There’s a pink tint to the edge of his ears and neck. “Yeah, I guess I do.” His words are so soft I almost don’t hear them.
I drag the tips of my fingers in a slow path down his chest. “I like it, too.”
His eyes snap back to mine, and we smile at each other, both very aware of what we’re about to do.
“May I?” His question comes out as a desperate plea.
“So polite,” I tease, trying to defuse the tension that coils in my belly at the deep timbre of his voice. I inch myself closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping both legs tightly around him, pulling him toward me, waiting. Ready.
He doesn’t make a move.
“Cosmos,” I say, all the teasing replaced with a begging groan.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes, please,” I groan. “F-fuck me, Cosmos.”
“I’m not just gonna fuck you, darling.” He positions his tip at my entrance, pushing in just enough to stretch, then holding steady, still.
“I’m gonna do so much more than that.” He pushes in another inch.
“I’m going to make love to you, Hazel Berton.
I’m going to ruin you for all other men. I’m going to make you mine.”
He pushes all the way in, one smooth thrust, and he’s seated so deep our pelvises touch. My muscles flutter around him involuntarily. His cock twitches, kicking against a place that makes me moan and whimper.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” He pulls all the way out and thrusts once, then holds deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and warm. So perfect.” With one arm banded around my ass to keep me lifted at the angle he wants, he brings the thumb of his other hand to my clit.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock. You’re gonna squeeze me so tight.”
I nod, barely able to moan as he circles his thumb. His cock flexes inside of me, but he doesn’t thrust, just stuffs me full and plays with me.
“Fuck, those pretty nipples are so hard. You need them played with too, don’t you, darling? Pinch them for me.”
I hesitate, unsure, and Cosmos growls out a rumbling noise.
“Do it,” he commands.
I jump to obey, lightly pinching my strained nipples.
“Harder. Twist them just like I would. I need your help, darling. My hands are busy.” To prove his point, he squeezes my ass with one hand and slaps my clit with the other.
“Oh!” I gasp.
The second his thumb is back on my clit, I’m coming, falling apart in the best way.
“Don’t look away!” he barks. “Don’t you dare look away. I’m… fuck, yes.” His cock twitches as I bear down tighter, tensing and shuddering. Without even thrusting, he spills into me, and I milk every drop.
He kisses me through the aftershocks, closing his eyes and resetting time. He works his way down to my breasts, licking and sucking until I’m a moaning mess again.
“I’m gonna taste every inch of you tonight,” he whispers.
Our eyes lock again. And this time he holds nothing back. He fucks me hard. He makes love to me tenderly. He claims my pussy, my mouth, my pussy again. I ride his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He’s inside me for what must be hours.
We laugh. We talk. Every time one or the other of us gets close to coming, our wandering eyes snap back to attention.
Looking straight at each other as we fall apart.
Looking away, we begin again. As my body constantly renews, empty and ready to go again, my heart fills up with more and more of this man. This incredible man.
After what feels like a year’s worth of lovemaking, we find ourselves on the cusp of coming simultaneously. Without needing to talk about it, I close my eyes, knowing he’s closing his too. We give ourselves over one last time before we collapse next to each other.
I wake up at four twenty-two in the morning, and Cosmos is still in my bed. His mouth ajar, a soft snore slipping past his lips. Last night, I kissed those lips until they bruised. I still can’t believe what happened. It was incredible, magical, life-altering.
His dark eyelashes flutter softly against his cheek, almost like he knows I’m watching him, but he doesn’t wake.
Despite the epic sex-fest, my body feels well rested. But my heart is another matter. I feel like I experienced a lifetime of mind-blowing sex—which was incredible—but now, I feel as fragile as Emily Dickinson’s feather.
I hear footsteps padding down the hall. Mom’s up early. Did she hear us last night? I really hope not. But there’s a sudden urge in my gut to tell her everything—even about time stopping. I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I need her advice.
I softly kiss Cosmos’ bare shoulder, then slip out of his arms. The room is dark, but I pull on a pair of leggings and slip on Cosmos’ shirt before padding out into the kitchen where I hear Mom clanking around.
She’s coughing again. I hurry my steps and find her hunched over the sink. She’s holding a glass under the running faucet, but it’s spilling over the edge. She looks up, and there’s something panicked in her eyes that sends my stomach hurtling through the floor.
“I—don’t feel—” Her eyes roll back, and she falls. The glass slips from her hand, crashing and shattering on the floor.
“Mom!” I lunge forward, not caring about the glass cutting into my wet feet. I catch her head just before it slams into the tile. There’s blood at the side of her mouth, and her chest is too still.
“Cosmos,” I scream. “Cosmos!”