Cosima cleared her throat. “Um.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve run out of bossy. It’s—” She gestured at Edie’s rack.
“That’s good, because the way I have to shimmy out of these pants didn’t really go with the atmosphere you were trying to create.” Edie unbuttoned her very tight, very stretchy jeans and wiggled out of them while she tried not to pant, taking her socks with them.
Cosima looked at her and let out a long, happy sigh. “I’m so glad to be here. I’m so glad to be here withyou. I never want to miss you again. Let’s be the kind of couple who only ever does everything together.”
“I’m not sure they have other kinds in Harlaxton. Morag and Agatha have been a lot to behold. I keep beholding them by accident, which is a lot to bear up against without you here.”
“Poor Edie,” Cosima said. “Get the pink bag from my closet. Then I’ll make you forget you’ve ever felt anything but blissful and satisfied.” She bit her fingernail and flopped back on the bed.
Laughing, Edie found the bag easily, locked the bedroom door, and crawled onto the coverlet beside Cosima. “Your mattress is more comfortable than mine. Tell me how long you’re really staying so I can brace my heart up against disappointment. I’m not going to admit I lost faith for one week and five and three-quarters days, but I will say that I’ve had a hard time stringing together coherent thoughts, and I’m still shaky. And tell me if everything is okay back home. Are youand Duncan good? Did you save the company, or will I have to boycott PFS movies and merchandise for the rest of my life? That could be difficult. My niece is really into the new animated series ofShip of the Cosmos.” She curled against Cosima’s side and stroked her fingertips across her bare stomach. “I have a lot of questions.”
“I feel confident that Duncan and I saved the company. He and I are good, really good. I think you may meet him soon. There is a long road I’ll tell you about when I don’t want to lick every inch of your body, but I don’t believe it will take me back to California for a while, and definitely not without a few days’ warning.”
Edie played her fingertips over Cosima’s skin, watching her expression. Her eyes were half-mast—not sleepy, but loved and aroused. Every part of her was soft. Every part of her washere, right here.
She kissed her favorite place behind Cosima’s ear, taking her fingers under the waistband of her panties, then back out again, then a little lower. Every time Cosima’s breathing got deeper, or she moved restlessly, or her hips rolled, Edie slowed down. Had it ever been this way? Had she ever felt, with a partner, with a lover, like she had all the time she needed and nothing to prove? That the goal of pleasure was achieved just by being together, and there was no beginning and no end to it?
She had not.
But that was how it was with Cosima.
“Tell me what you want.” Edie kissed under her chin.
“I want to try my strap set. I’m glad we forgot about it in favor of other things in Barcelona, because now we’ll remember this forever.”
Edie reached over her body and opened the bag, pulling out the harness and the dildo, testing the shiny rose-gold bulletthat fit into the harness for Cosima and peeling the seal off the little bottle of lube. “Can I put it on you?”
“You can.”
Cosima watched as Edie slid her panties down and fitted the dildo and bullet into the harness. She was glad for her own experience with this so she could share it with Cosima and make this first time—this experiment with a fantasy—go easy. The harness slid up and over her legs, then her waist, and tightened from there. Edie spent time fastening every buckle, drawing it out, turning herself on, listening to Cosima breathe and watching her skin flush.
“How does it feel?” Edie asked. “Because it looks like I’m going to die six kinds of erotic deaths.”
Cosima came up on her elbows, then reached down and traced the straps. She ran a finger down the dildo and under its base, her eyes fluttering. “Turn on the bullet.”
Edie leaned over and kissed Cosima’s thigh and pressed the base of the bullet, tight in its pocket. Cosima’s knees came up, and she rolled her hips.
Well, that looked good.
“Yeah?” Edie reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pushed her panties down. Her focus on how Cosima looked in the strap set, her hair spilling over her bare breasts, had made it difficult for her to pay attention to anything else.
“God, yeah.” Cosima’s eyes were looking everywhere. At Edie, at the strap-on, and them together. Edie leaned over and kissed up Cosima’s thigh, demanding eye contact, until she got to the dildo. Then, she grabbed it at the base and licked her way up it in one long stripe, never letting her eyes leave Cosima’s, swirling her tongue at the end.
Cosima’s rapid breathing hollowed the dip at the base of her throat. Her nipples were tight beneath the fabric of her bra,her pupils blown. “What do you want?” Edie reached down and felt how wet she was, forced to tease herself to take the edge off.
Cosima let out a long, shuddering breath. “Can you straddle me and take it? I want to see.”
“Jesus, Cosima.” But Edie smiled, coming up on her knees, then putting a leg over Cosima’s middle, leaning down and kissing her until they were both starting to get impatient. The bullet probably had Cosima dangerously close. Edie’s chest was tight, her throat tighter, her eyes burning and threatening soppy tears, but that seemed correct. Everything felt right.
She sat up, running her hands over Cosima’s breasts in their filmy bra, and reached for the lube. She filled her hand with it and then rose up, slicking her hand down the dildo and pressing its tip along where she was wet before directing it at her entrance.
She slowly moved her hips down, down, taking it in, feeling how everything was slippery, how she and Cosima were connected, how the dildo inside her hummed a little from the bullet and made her full, very full, just as Cosima’s hands reached up to cover her breasts.
Edie leaned forward, and Cosima shifted, finding an angle that pressed the bullet against her and made Edie reach down to touch her clit.
