“Look at me, darling.”
I open my eyes, realizing I’d closed them unknowingly. My hand is still around him, but not moving. Shit. I was so lost in how good it felt that I forgot to reciprocate. I glide my fist up his length, and he smiles.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that.”
Soon, our movements sync up. No, that’s not exactly right. It’s more like my movements are a bass rhythm and his are a melody. Playing different parts, but perfectly in tune with each other. It gets harder and harder not to let my head roll back and my eyes close, as wave after wave of tension builds in my body.
“Eyes on me,” Cosmos repeats the instruction, his own breath ragged.
“But, I’m—I’m?—”
“Me too, darling, me too,” he gasps.
That snaps me to attention. It’s hard to think, with his movements so perfectly teasing pleasure from me, but I know I want to do more than just fool around. I want to feel him inside me. I let go of his cock.
“Don’t you want to…”
With his free hand, he takes my wrist and directsme to touch him again. “This is the experiment, darling.”
I suddenly realize what it is he wants to try, and my pulse quickens. With eyes locked on each other and time stopped all around us, our tempo quickens, until he sends me soaring over the edge. My whole body shakes and shudders, his hand comes around mine to keep me moving up and down his shaft, even as I give in to my release.
“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.
