Page 421 of One More Kiss

She huffs. “I said, I loved it. Everything about the place was perfect. The selection, the art. I was actually shocked when I saw your picture there. I don’t know why you just didn’t say yesterday morning when I was admiring your work.”

My face softens, and I relax. “Because it’s not a quick conversation, and it’s easier if we don’t get personal.”

Almost instantly, her demeanor changes as if my words offended her, but it’s the truth. Getting personal with my tenant only causes problems, and she’ll only be here for a week anyway. What’s the point?

“Well okay then, Casanova. My sincerest apologies for being an ass about your shop. I should probably get back to writing my porn now. Have a good night, Ethan.”

It’s the first time she’s said my name, and it almost sounds sweet coming from her lips. Vada turns and walks away, and before she closes the door to the cottage, I speak across the garden to her. “Goodnight, Vada.”

The door to the cottage clicks closed, and I grab my glass from the bench and walk inside. Before heading upstairs for a shower, I pour the melted ice and scotch down the drain and bend over to pet Wilma who’s begging for more treats. I tell her no and go upstairs to my workspace on the third story to make sure the kilns are amping down.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I stand at the large windows that surround the tower room and look out at the garden. It’s so high up above everything, that it helps me forget the worries that follow me throughout the day. I almost feel as if I’m in the clouds. After checking a few of my pieces on the wooden boards and just as I’m about to turn around, my eyes wander to the cottage.

Expecting to see Vada working at the small desk, I’m shocked when she walks from the bathroom with nothing more than a towel wrapped around her tight body. She snaps the sheer curtains shut, and the towel drops to the floor in a crumpled pile. As she crosses the room, I swallow hard at the outline of her naked body. Not able to turn away, completely magnetized to her, I watch through the large skylight that’s conveniently positioned above the bed. When she lies down, I know exactly where this is going.

Her dark, wet brown hair cascades on the pillow, and she looks like pure perfection with her soft skin against the white comforter. Vada closes her eyes, allowing her hands to roam to her nipples, and I memorize every curve she has. If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost hear the soft sound of her moans and breaths as she pinches and pulls at her nipples. I shouldn’t be watching her, but then she moves one hand down to her clit, and there’s no way I’m walking away now. Taking her time, she teases herself with slow circular movements while palming one of her perky breasts. I halfway wonder if she can sense my eyes glued to her because she’s putting on one hell of a show for me.

Watching her and imagining the way she feels is making my dick so goddamn hard, I’m going to have to take care of this sooner than later. The woman is teasing herself with such fervor that I’m getting worked up, which isn’t something that typically happens to me. Then again, I’ve never experienced a beautiful woman masturbating in my cottage with every light on, giving no fucks about anything but her pussy.

I’m halfway tempted to go over there and ask if she needs any help. Just as the thought crosses my mind, she opens her legs wider and slowly inserts a finger. No, she doesn’t need any help. She actually has it all taken care of. Fuck.

Vada is careful with herself, moving her fingers along her wet slit before inserting them back inside, over and over again. The rhythmic motions as she sinks deeper and deeper is driving me fucking insane. She’s an expert at pleasing herself, and now I’m curious about the sex scenes in her books.

When her back arches and she picks up the pace, I know she’s teetering on the edge. I wait with bated breath for her release as she continues to simultaneously finger fuck herself and rub her clit. Without slowing down, she gives her pussy exactly what it deserves, working herself to completion. She bites down on her bottom lip as the orgasm violently rushes through her, causing her body to buckle on the bed. Her mouth falls open, and I know she’s moaning loudly, allowing the moment to take full control of her. Continuing to ride the euphoric wave until the very last moment, her body eventually relaxes, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can only imagine how wet she is and the urge to want to taste her overcomes and shocks the shit out of me.

Her breasts rise and fall, and a small smile hits her lips as she exhales, completely satisfied with what she accomplished. With flushed cheeks and nipples as hard as pebbles, she lies there without a care in the world. Vada’s beautiful and mesmerizing, and I can’t seem to pull away from her. Though she doesn’t have a filter on that mouth of hers, I find myself fantasizing about being inside her, giving her everything she can’t possibly give herself sexually. My heart pounds so hard in my chest as her naked body stretches across the bed, and I can’t deny this feeling inside me. It’s raw. It’s pure lust and hunger. Once her breathing steadies, she slides off the bed, puts on a robe then sits at the desk. Opening her laptop, she begins typing away with a shit-eating grin on her face. I can only imagine the words she’s writing at this very moment. Dirty girl.

Somehow, I force myself away from the windows and walk downstairs to my bedroom, but the images of her and the look on her face as she came won’t stop replaying in my head. My dick throbs so hard in my jeans that it’s almost painful. Heading to the bathroom, I begin disrobing, dropping my clothes along the way. Once I turn on the water and step in, I close my eyes and grab my dick that’s as hard as steel. As the water runs down my body, I grab myself in long strokes. Trying to steady myself, I place a hand on the wall, picking up the pace, feeling the orgasm ready to rip through me. Everything about her fills my mind. Moments later, my body is convulsing with the quickest orgasm I’ve had in years, and it’s all because of that smart-mouthed writer and her perfect pussy. If only she could write about that.

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