Page 7 of The Aerialist's Secret
I’m surprised to see my panties slick with nothing but my own juices. As he strokes himself, apparently not caring that I’m watching, I move to complete my end of the bargain, slipping what’s left of my dress off my arms and letting it fall to the floor. He doesn’t disguise his interest as he stares at the spot between my legs, but I no longer care. I spread my legs apart as I reach behind me and unhook my bra, watching his cock engorge further still, the head turning swollen and red when he sees my nipples, hard as bullets right now, revealed for him. I let the bra fall with the dress, then reach down.
I rock against my fingers as I watch him rub my ruined panties along his length. I’m so sensitive right now, I don’t know how long I can hold back, but I’m determined not to climax first. Let him be the weak one that comes in his hand, then I’ll tip overinto my own orgasm. In silence he watches me pleasure myself, almost like he’s studying for an exam, then adds spit to his hand and glides it up and down his shaft.
He works faster, and I follow suit. When he starts to grunt I allow myself to huff a little as I rock and tremble.
How long can he hold back? He must be near. I can’t. God, it’s too much.
The orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, and I have to reach out my free hand to grip the edge of the counter just to steady myself. I close my eyes, no longer caring that I came first, just wanting to ride the pleasure. My whimpers come to my ears as if they’re someone else’s, and I quiver as I cream my hand all over again. I hear Leo grunt hard, and open my eyes to see string after string of white cum emptying into his hand.
Seconds.
That’s all it took.
Seconds longer and I would have won.
I grin at that thought, my competitive streak coming to the fore, but I don’t care. Not really. I only care about this.
He meets my eyes, then steps forward, his cock still standing proud as he takes my covered hand in his empty one and raises it to his lips. At the same time as he begins to lick it clean, he reaches his own used hand to my face, and I open my mouth.
Ready to clean him. Willing to clean him.
There’s nothing right now I want more.
Epilogue
Leo
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my voice warm and curious as I pull her nearer to me.
“Everything,” she replies, her voice filled with emotion. “How far I’ve come, how much I’ve grown. And you… you’ve been with me every step of the way.”
I sit beside her, taking her hands in mine. “I’ve always believed in you, Evelyn. And I always will. This circus, these people… they’re our family now.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I see the depth of her feelings mirrored in their depths. “I never imagined I’d find a place where I truly belong,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “Or someone who understands me so completely.”
I pull her closer, my heart swelling with love and pride. “We’ve both found something special here. And it’s only the beginning.”
We talk about the future, our dreams and aspirations intertwining like the silks we dance on. Evelyn expresses her desire to continue pushing the boundaries of her performances, to create even more daring and captivating acts. Her eyes lightup with passion as she describes her vision, the fire in her spirit burning brightly.
“I want to explore new heights, new depths,” she says, her voice filled with determination. “I want our performances to touch people, to move them in ways they’ve never experienced before.”
I share my plans for new illusions, ideas that will complement and elevate Evelyn’s routines. “Imagine combining our talents in ways that blur the lines between reality and fantasy,” I suggest, excitement creeping into my voice. “We could create something truly extraordinary.”
Evelyn’s eyes shine with excitement. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want. To create magic that feels real, that leaves people breathless.”
As we continue to brainstorm and dream, a profound sense of contentment and purpose settles over us. Evelyn has found her voice, her place in the world. She’s no longer the woman running from her past; she’s a celebrated star performer, confident and strong.
“I never thought I’d find freedom, love, and a place where I truly belong,” Evelyn says, her voice filled with wonder. “But I have. And it’s all thanks to you.”
I cup her face in my hands, my heart pounding with emotion. “It’s thanks to us. We’ve built this together. And we’ll keep building, keep dreaming, keep reaching for the stars. Marry me, Evelyn. Marry me and make me the happiest man alive.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She breathes, emotion filling her eyes.
We cling together, wrapped in the warmth of our connection. The circus is not just our stage but our home, a place where our dreams can flourish and our love can grow. With Evelyn by my side, I’m ready to embrace whatever the future holds, confident that our journey has only just begun.
My hand moves like a predator towards her fluttering legs, seeking and finding her wetness with ease. I laugh triumphantly as she squirms against the bed, trying to deny the undeniable pleasure radiating from her core. "Soaked for me again already? My sweet angel," I whisper to her as she lies in my arms. "But sometimes you're a little devil. And I love both sides of you, the gentle and the wild." She doesn't respond, her body arching off the bed with pure pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
I can feel the dampness of her sweet cunt as my eyes roam over the swell of her back, the curves of her shoulders and hips begging to be touched. Her hips are perfect for bearing children, I think to myself in a moment of primal desire. The thought of creating life with this woman consumes me, and for a moment I forget all other desires except to fill her with my seed.
