Page 9 of The Aerialist's Secret
“Fuck, baby. You’ve got yourself nice and wet for me. And I’m ready. Are you?”
She nods. “I want it inside me. Now.”
I center myself between her thighs. Propped up on the pillows, she’s able to look down over her body, watching as I lean forward, caging her between my arms. I kiss one nipple and it sends sensations through her whole body, making her gasp a quick breath and straighten her back. She hadn’t realized until now just how sensitive her breasts were, swollen as they are with need for me.
“This is all mine, Evelyn. All mine. I hope you realize that this isn’t the end, it’s only the beginning. I’m never letting you go, not now, not ever. Now that you’re here I know that this is where I belong, where I’ll live.”
I feel my cock slide up and down her pussy lips, and I reach down, spreading her cream up and down my shaft. My lips meet her throat and she cranes her head to give me access. The touchof my soft mouth, the feel of my cock trying to enter her, the roughness of the hair across my chest against her smooth skin, all of it makes her relax, and I can feel her body opening up to me even more. I move inside less than an inch, but it makes her release a hard breath of shock. She’s never had anything this thick inside her before. I love the way her delicate pussy stretches around my hard cock.
I pull back, and she feels the scratch of my teeth at her throat, making her cry out as I mark her.
Then I thrust forward without warning, and she’s impaled by me.
“That pussy is so tight, baby. Squeezing me, trying to sever my dick right off my body.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, rolling her hips, trying to open up for me despite the pain.
“No. Never apologize for being so perfect. I’d take it just to be inside you right now. I love you, Evelyn.”
I move inside her, and she lets the words sink in. Love. I love her. Her heart thunders with the meaning, and she wraps her legs around my back, pulling me deeper as she feels sweat breaking out across her naked body. The rasp of my breaths keeps time with every heartbeat as I move forward, back, forward, back, digging deeper into her with every thrust.
“I love you too,” she says finally, and nothing has ever been truer in her life. I grin and kiss her lips, and she hears the slap of my balls against her ass as I finally find my depth. It hurts, and she hears her own screams, but she doesn’t care. She’s lost in this moment, lost in our exchange of declarations.
I’m the one for her, and no matter what else, I’ll always be here, always be hers.
“Memorizing every moment, just like watching you on those silks,” I grunt, my teeth clashing against hers as we kissfrantically. Her body is nothing but a ragdoll being thrown across the bed by the raging steam engine of my hips.
She cries out in response, trying to form words but unable to even make a coherent thought.
I murmur and groan, but it’s wordless as we both come close to the edge.
Unable to take it any longer, she reaches out and wraps her arms around my neck, lifting herself completely from the bed, and I rise, turning, throwing her against the wall, a picture falling and cracking on the floor. She mewls softly as the breath is driven out of her, and gravity takes over. My cock comes up to meet her once, twice, three times. She feels her body stretched with each thrust, a shooting pain sparking in her brain every time my cock reaches its depth.
Hoarse cries are driven from her throat, desperate panting as her sticky hair whips across her forehead. And neither of us needs to say a word.
She grips my face hard, pulling my lips to hers as she wraps tighter around my waist with her legs, and I thrust inside her one more time, going deep and staying there. Her body trembles as the orgasm rips through every muscle, and a low howl builds in her chest as she throws her head back.
My own release follows, and as I empty into her, all I can think is that I can’t wait for this woman to be my wife. I can’t wait to tie her to me for eternity because every breath I take will be for her. Forever.
The End.
