Page 68 of The Circus

“Good,” I say after a moment, jutting my chin up with conviction. “Hopefully you get to her before I do.”

Now he really laughs, and it bounces off all of the walls and echoes down the endless hallways, the asylum sucking thismoment in and committing it to its collective memory. His eyes are dancing when they drop back to mine, his grin so wide that his dimples and laugh lines have appeared.

“My murderous little ghost,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “I’d say I love you, but we both know that’s far too trivial for what we have.”

My heart stops, and I blink up at him, astonished. His smile has faded into a content but reassured grin, his eyes holding mine as heat tears through me and centers between my thighs.

“What…what do we have, then?” I say quietly.

He looks away for a moment, reaching to wind his fingers through my hand and pin it to the mattress above my head. He does the same with the other, his movements slow and methodical, and he shifts until his body is atop mine, his cock hard as he presses it between my legs and against my aching clit.

“We have madness,” he says just as softly, dropping his forehead until it touches mine, his heat flaring through me as my heart begins to race in giddy anticipation. “And that’s far, far more powerful than love, I think.”

“Why’s…why’s that?” I say, my breath lost as he brushes his lips against mine again. My back arches, pushing me up toward him, and at the same moment, he rolls his hips languidly, pressing his dick even harder against my throbbing pussy, the teasing unbearable, the clothes between us a hindrance.

Grinning mordaciously, he pushes our hands deeper into the mattress, and that mad glint I’ve often seen wavering in his eyes grows until it’s all I can see, this insane obsession he has with me. There’s no severing it, this morbid connection we share.

“Because, little ghost. Love fades with time, and madness…” he whispers against me, rolling his hips again. I gasp and part my legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him close, silently begging for more. He chuckles and reaches down, deftly unzipping my jeans as well as his, pushing aside my underwearand finding me soaked and ready for him. “Madness has no cure.”

He sinks his two middle fingers into me, and I release a heady moan, grinding myself against his palm as he crooks his fingers deep inside me. Our breaths mingle, our foreheads still touching, this moment so intimate that I find it hard to look away. I am drowning in his eyes, just as I wished to, and he slowly pumps his fingers while circling my clit with his thumb.

“Good girl,” he says softly against my lips. “Get nice and wet for me.”

“Oh,” I whimper, electrified as sparks flare through me from my core, striking out through the rest of my body like splintered lightning. In a flash that leaves my mind whirling, he’s up on his knees and tearing my jeans away, throwing them carelessly to the floor before wrenching my panties off as well. Winding his arms around my thighs, he yanks my cunt to his face and devours me, his tongue flicking over my clit as I cry out and sink my hands into his hair.

He tongue fucks me like it’s our last night on earth, sucking my clit before teasing my entrance, his rhythm deft, and before I can stop myself, I’m coming on his face with a garbled scream that paints the walls. He gives me no respite as I tremble, my pussy still clenching as he pulls his fingers from me and replaces them with his cock.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he says breathlessly, slowly easing into me as I moan, his middle fingers at my lips. I obey, no other thought in my brain as he swirls his sticky fingers over my tongue, and I suck them in just as deeply as his cock is in my cunt. His eyes watch every minute motion I make, and he seems to forget about himself, his cock throbbing inside me, the tendrils of my orgasm still gripping him.

But I always want more of Teddy, and I raise my hips, seeking the delicious friction I know he’s capable of inducing.He chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from my mouth and intertwining our fingers again, pressing them deeply into the mattress as he slowly withdraws and sets a leisurely pace.

“Oh, my god,” I hiss, for as much as I enjoy the fast and brutal approach, this is somehow a little better, the torture of a promised climax, the way I feel each slow, measured stroke as he drives himself into me with precision and control.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, taking one set of our hands and bringing it to where we’re joined. “Feel us. Feel how wet you are for me.”

He wraps my hand around his slick cock and I grip him, astonished that something so…girthyis able to fit inside me. I hold him as he thrusts into me, and hold him still as he pulls all the way out, the silky head of his cock nestled wetly in my palm before his velvety dick slides back through my fist and into my weeping cunt.

My back arches, and I wrap my legs around his hips again, keeping him planted to me, releasing him to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I never want to let him go, to leave this moment of utter bliss, and by the way he holds me back, I think he feels the same. We fuck for what feels like hours, moving slowly, holding one another so tightly that our limbs go numb and tingly, both of us slowing each time an orgasm draws close, not wanting this to end. For as breathtaking as the climax is, the sheer intimacy in the build up is where I want to live for eternity with him.

We come at the same time, his groans of ecstasy pushing me over the edge as I cry out against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. And trembling, we hold one another against the impending darkness, coming down from the high together but forever stuck in the bliss we’ve created from our shared madness.

Cuddling as dusk falls over the asylum, I peek out from under his arm, searching for Binx, slightly worried that we haven’t heard him in a while. Nuzzling my neck and pressing a deep kiss there, Teddy’s deep voice says, “He’s fine, baby. Probably playing with your ghosts.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” I mutter, knowing that some of the spirits here are tricksters. He chuckles.

“Cats are supposed to be super perceptive of that stuff, right? Binx knows good from evil.”

I laugh and shake my head. “He’s a baby. He still needs his parents to guide him.”

Teddy’s eyes shine as they find mine. “Are you saying we’re his parents?”

“Don’t get any ideas. We’re way too young,” I say firmly. “A kitten is more than enough for now.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Teddy!” I giggle, slapping his broad shoulder as he beams down at me. But he waits for my answer, and something tells me he needs one, something to reach for in the future to keep us going through whatever else we must face before the end. “Yes.Maybe. Eventually.”

“All I ask is for a maybe. The world needs a mini Eden.”

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