“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 metenderly. 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—whichwas 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!”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Cosmos skids into the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only his jeans. As soon as he takes in the scene, his face hardens into something stoic and professional. He drops to his knees and takes my mom’s wrist, checking for a pulse. His expression tightens, and with it, my stomach.
