Page 447 of One More Kiss

After I’m dressed, I make the climb up the stairs to the tower. The warm glow from the lights reflect below, and from a distance, I’m sure the tower shines like a beacon in the darkness. I try to clean up a bit, but I can’t seem to focus. The kiln is full of mugs I made earlier in the week and won’t be ready for another twenty-four hours. However, as I look around the room, I can’t help but feel a tug at my heart. So much has changed, but some things are exactly the same—this room being one of them.

Before I get too caught up, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know time's up. I turn it off, climb down both sets of stairs, and walk through the back door. As I cross the garden, I see Vada sitting at the desk in front of the window of the cottage. Her fingers are flying against the keys, and she barely stops. Chuckling, I wait until I see her fingers come to a halt. While she reads over what she wrote, her lips move, and when she finishes, she sits back and smiles. The look on her face is pure satisfaction. At this very moment, Vada is so happy, that it’s contagious.

Taking this as my cue, I walk down the path leading to the cottage. Sucking in a deep breath, I knock three times on the door. I hear Vada rushing around inside, and when the door swings open, I give her a knowing smile.

“It’s already been an hour?” she asks. The look on her face tells me she lost track of time.

I don’t give her an answer but take a few steps forward, until our lips collide, causing waves of want to rush through me. Vada sighs against my mouth before coming in for more as I kick the door shut with my foot. Taking no time at all, she begins unbuttoning my pants, then unzipping them.

“I want you so fucking bad.” She moans as she forces my shirt above my head.

“I’m supposed to be undressing you,” I tell her, doing exactly that.

Within moments, our clothes are on the floor, and she’s standing in front of me naked. Taking my time, I memorize her body with my hands and lips. Her head falls back on her shoulders as I place a perky nipple in my mouth. Kissing across her chest, I make sure to give the other the same attention. Threading her fingers through my hair, Vada lets out a greedy moan which only causes me to smile. She’s ravenous, and I love it, especially when she pushes me down on the bed, like a savage, taking exactly what she wants. I pull the condom out of my pocket, and she takes it from my hand and rolls it down my shaft, then slides on top of me.

“Oh my fuck,” I say, as she throws her head back, and rides me hard and long.

“Yes, yes,” she mutters, taking full control. Her breasts bounce with each time she rocks from the tip down to the bottom of my shaft. Taking some sort of control back, I thumb her clit, which only drives her wilder.

I like this side of Vada, the woman who takes control and takes exactly what she wants.

She leans over, brushing her lips against mine. “Ethan, I’m about to come.”

“Do it, babe. I love watching you.”

Tossing her head back, her mouth falls open, and she rides me slow, rocking her hips in circles.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she begs sucking in air, enjoying every second as I circle her clit.

“Never,” I whisper, secretly wishing this week wouldn’t end as I watch her lose herself on top of me.

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