“Cobalt,” his first word to me.
I never caught him looking other than in my eyes that night. Loving when he spoke of swirling eddies, flecked with gold in cobalt accretion disks. Nerds have a beautiful poetry of their very own.
When we make love, he loves every inch of me. When he slides into me, he looks me in the eye. Each time I blink, he throbs. Now locking eyes with him, feeling him harden inside me. He is urgent, I tease and play.
Looking away, he slows his pace. Thrusting my hips I look again.
We cum together.
