Page 13 of The Watcher's Bride

I almost lost it in the kitchen when she brushed against me. Almost lost control. I don’t know how, but I’m going to make her want me.Meand not Max.

I listen to her movements carefully. The familiar sound of the bed springs creaking, her breath slow and heavy, soft gasps and moans, the unmistakable sounds that she’s pleasuring herself. Again there’s that irrational flash of jealousy that it’s not me she’s thinking of as she’s touching herself.

My cock springs to attention. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be able to watch her right now.

I contemplate whether or not I could sneak in to see before dismissing it. It’s too risky. But if her curtains are still drawn, I could watch through the window. It’s almost darkoutside now, the sky turning a deep purple as the last of the sun’s rays fade away.

I know I’m crossing another line, but I’m too far gone. The pull of temptation is too strong. The sound of her breath getting deeper now as she pants and moans is irresistible.

Connecting the audio of Nora to my wireless headphones, I pull on a long-sleeved shirt, my ski mask and race to watch, hoping I won’t miss the grand finale.

Thankfully, she’s taking her time. Even better, the curtains are still open, like she wanted me to see. A show just for me. I position myself behind the overgrown bush in the yard, grateful for the cover it gives me.

I have a clear view of a naked Nora on the bed, her eyes closed, one hand cupping her breast while the other circles her clit. My hand instinctively slips in my pants as I grasp my cock.

Fuck.I’ve never seen a better sight in my life, and I almost come in my pants right then.

I can hear her moans as she tries to bring herself over the edge, but my sweet, inexperienced Nora doesn’t know how mind-blowing orgasms can be. She lets out a frustrated huff, pulling her hands away.

“Don’t stop, my beautiful girl, make yourself come for me,” I whisper.

I’m slowly stroking my cock and I’m, desperate for release but I need to see her coming first. She can’t leave me hanging like this. She moves to the edge of the bed and I watch, debating my next move. She lies back down, and I hear the unmistakablebuzzing sound before I notice the pink vibrator she has in her hand.

It seems my sweet virgin Nora isn’t so innocent after all.

She’s tentative with it, cautious, as though she’s not sure how to use it, but soon the vibrations relax her, and she allows her instincts to take over. I watch, enraptured as she slowly eases the tip inside her tight slit, gasping at the invasion.

Fuck, I wish I could taste her right now. My hand moves faster as I chase my own orgasm.

Despite the risk of being seen, I can’t resist moving closer to the window. I need to see how wet she is for me.

“Oh god, Max,” she moans, lost in her fantasy.

Soon, it will be my name she’s screaming out in pleasure.

I can’t hold off any longer. My thick cock is so hard it might burst, the tip slick with my arousal. I don’t care that I might get caught. I picture that it’s me, not the inanimate pink vibrator, fucking Nora and making her moan, imagining how tight and wet she’d be for me. Have her moaning out my name and not Max.

Jesus, I’m about ready to explode in my pants like a horny teen. “God, Nora, the things you do to me,” I growl under my breath.

I can tell she’s getting close too. “Fuck,” she hisses, biting her lip as she pushes it in and out.

“Yes, Nora, come for me,” I whisper, my eyes glued to her.

Almost as if she knows I’m there, her eyes fly open, and she glances at the window. I’m standing away, but she can see my silhouette. At the realization she’s being watched, her eyes widen with surprise and arousal, as she shudders over the edge, finally orgasming. I explode, coming so hard I see stars.

Our first mutual climax.

Chapter 11

Nora

To say I’m thoroughly confused, would be the understatement of the century.

First, there’s the whole Max thing. I can’t deny my attraction to him, and I decided to vent some of my sexual frustration by masturbating. Nadya recently bought me a sex toy as a gift, insisting if I won’t sleep with men, I owe myself a decent orgasm with the help of a vibrator. It remained in its box, forgotten under the bed for weeks. Until tonight.

Nadya was right, the climax I had was nothing like when I humped my pillow or used my fingers. I brought myself to climax as I imagined having sex with Max, what it would feel like to run my hands along his hard abs, and picturing I’d dropped the towel and let him fuck me right there on the kitchen counter like I know he wanted. Just as I was close, I had a strange feeling of being watched and opened my eyes.

Just in time to see my stalker. He might have been wearing a ski mask, but I’d recognize him anywhere.

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