Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  His hand finds the zipper and he unzips me, pulling the dress down. There is animalistic thirst between us that must be quenched. The dress finally dangles around my legs. He lowers me to the bed and pulls the damn dress off, finally. With a flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra and removes it and my panties, flinging them on the floor. We are now ready to continue our dance. He has left my heels on. As he lowers himself on top of me he says, “You look sexy in just high heels, I am going to fuck you in them now.” Adam pulls my head to his and kisses me deeply, I can’t move my head and his probing tongue feels wonderful sending more shocks through my lower regions. I can feel my erect nipples against his chest. Each time I move they rub against him.

  “Adam, please, more.” I can’t wait any longer I want him deep inside of me now. I’m lying on the bed while he gets up into a standing position. He raises my legs in the air so my ankles are resting on his shoulders. Without ever taking his eyes off mine, he finds his way inside me. As his cock reaches maximum penetration, a jolt goes through my body and I am forced to close my eyes and moan very loudly. “Oh, that feels good,” I say.

  “Yes, let me deep inside. Good girl.” He starts out very slowly, sliding himself in and out of me. After a nice long duration of pleasure, he is beginning to thrust faster. I flinch in pain; he is so deep inside of me. He slows for a second and tells me, “Relax, I promise I will only bring you pleasure. Trust me.” I do as I’m told and without saying one word he shows me that he can go as deep as he wants without hurting me. Now that I’m at ease, he is free to do whatever he wants to me. He begins picking up the speed of his thrusts and my legs start bouncing off his shoulders he is moving so fast. “Ohhhhhh!” I cry out. I lift my bum off the bed, which enhances the sensations. Adam continues to move in and out of me. He slows down and then speeds up, watching my face. It’s exhilarating. In between moans, I feel many hot convulsions shoot up from my vagina. My bum is still lifted off the bed as I give into to the ultimate climactic release. He keeps moving inside of me, which only intensifies my orgasm. “Oh My God!” I cry out. I can’t help myself.

  When I come back to Earth, Adam gives me a dozen hard thrusts and releases inside me. We are both breathless now and relishing in our pleasure. Still standing, Adam kisses the tops of my feet and down my calf before he lowers my legs gently. He smiles down at me before he turns to go into the bathroom. I’m exhilarated and still feel sensations even in the aftermath of our sex. I reposition myself properly on the bed. I need a minute to compose myself before following him into the bathroom. He’s just finishing as I walk in, comfortable in my nakedness and heels. He slaps my bum on his way out and tells me, “Sleep naked, I may want you during the night.” His comment makes me moan in my head. I just can’t get enough of him.

  After I finish my bathroom ritual Adam has the television on but is more interested in me as he watches my naked body come towards him. When I slide into the bed beside him, he pulls me close and puts one arm under me while I rest my head on his chest. I would watch infomercials forever just to be with him this way. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Adam. I had a great time.”

  “I feel the same way sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed our meeting in the boardroom, I know I did.” He sounds so damn sexy and sure of himself. He should be. His skills are exemplary!

  A hot throb runs through my groin when I think of Adam and what he did to me in that boardroom. “That was a big surprise. Honestly Adam, what you do to me is so intense and wonderful all at the same time. I’ll never look at a boardroom table in the same way again.”

  “No, you probably won’t,” he laughs and then says, “I’m glad you like to dance.”

  “Ah, to be honest, I didn’t realize I could dance. I’ve never done that before. I really surprised myself.”

  “Well, you seem to be doing a lot of new things this weekend. You have great moves, including on the dance floor.” He grins at me.

  “It’s down to you Adam. I am learning a lot about myself being with you. I really am. I got lost in the music and wanted to dance for you. So I did,” I say softly before resting my head back on his chest.

  “You dance and fuck very well, Violet.” He is so candid and strong. I feel content as I fall into a deep relaxing sleep with him.

  Chapter 13

  It’s Sunday morning and I realize Adam is not in bed beside me. I roll over and he’s not there. Getting out of bed, l walk into the living area and see a note on the hotel’s stationary on the dining table. It reads: Good morning, I didn’t want to wake you. I’m at the gym and should be back around 8:30. Please order some coffee for me and tea for you. Adam

  I look at the clock in the dining room and it’s 8:15. I call down for coffee and tea, unsure of what our breakfast plans will be. I head back into the bathroom and brush my teeth and check my hair. I’m going to wait for Adam so we can shower together. The thought excites me. I turn on the radio and turn up a song by Selena Gomez. My newly acquired dancing skills have me moving my hips to the drum beat at the opening of the song as I look out the window waiting for Adam to return.

  Sure enough the door opens just shortly after 8:30 and Adam walks in wearing black track pants and a gray T-shirt with sweat stains on the front and back. He really does look sexy. I walk over to him; my bathrobe is loosely wrapped around me and I kiss him on the lips. He pulls me into his sexy, sweaty self and kisses me hard. “Now you’ll have to shower with me,” he says, smiling his winning smile.

  “I was waiting for you,” I smile back at him. There is a knock on the door. “Oh, that’s the coffee and tea. I almost forgot I ordered it.”

  “You go get the shower ready, Babe. I’ll get the door.”

  I hear the clamber of cups in the other room as I turn on the shower in the bathroom. As the room starts to steam up, I remove my robe and wait for him. I look in the mirror and say to myself, “You’re a woman now Violet.” I like the sound of that, and relish in the thought of how it happened, and with whom. Adam walks in with his shirt already off and is about to remove his bottoms. What a body, I think. He smiles at me as he steps out of his track pants. He comes over to me and starts kissing me very passionately. There is no rush, no tension, just two people enjoying being together. Continuing the long slow kisses, I realize there is no place in the world that I would rather be then right here, right now, with Adam. While still kissing me, he slowly directs me to the shower. We step into the shower together. The hot water feels good, but not as good as Adam’s body pressed against mine. I say, “Let me wash you first.” He agrees. I grab a face cloth, run it under the hot water and lather it up with the marvelous smelling body wash. I turn back around to him and he is just standing there, naked and dripping wet. I too am dripping wet, but in a completely different manner. I start to reach up to wash his shoulders when he says.

  “Here, let me make this a little easier for you.” He kneels before me in the shower. This is a twist, I think. His eyes are directly in line with my breasts. I wash his shoulders, reach around to wash the top half of his back and then lather up his chest. As he is about to get up, I shake my head. He understands and remains on his knees. I grab the shampoo and I wash his hair, giving his scalp a massage. “That feels good, Babe, maybe you should shower with me every day.”

  “Oh, I wish I could Adam.” If only he knew how I feel about him. Maybe one day.

  He lets out a small laugh as I look down and see his erection. “See what you do to me?” I smile as I rinse the soap out of his hair. His dark blue eyes are staring up into mine. He looks me up and down and I can see the desire in his eyes.

  I tell him, “Get up,” with a very firm voice and we both laugh. He rises; I lather up the face cloth again and wash his stomach. Then I slowly move down to his cock. With our eyes locked on each other, I wash every inch of him moving the cloth very slowly up and down. I know what I’m doing. I think I actually see him flinch once or twice with pleasure. I instru
ct him to turn around so I can wash the rest of his back but instead he puts his arms around my waist and pulls me in tight to him.

  “You should be able to reach now.” With my breasts pressed up against his lathered chest, and his cock trying to poke a hole in my belly, I reach around and wash his back and of course his delicious bum. Is it possible to sweat in a shower, I ask myself? How can this possibly be so hot, just washing each other?

  “Your turn,” he suddenly blurts out and grabs the cloth from me. “Turn around and put your hands up against the wall.” Is he going to arrest me? I do as I’m told, he is clearly in control now and I like it. I can’t see him and don’t know what he is doing. I feel the soapy cloth on the back of my right ankle and he starts washing his way up my right leg. He starts at the front, moves to the back, the outside and then the inside of my leg. He takes a lot of time on the inside as he slowly moves up from the knee until he reaches his target. He washes me as I feel all kinds of sensations running through my body. At one point, I think my knees are going to give. Who knew a shower could be this arousing? He pulls the cloth away and I start to recover before I realize he is going to do this all over again with my left leg. I groan. And every second is as incredible as the right leg. Oh, I am so aroused. He moves slowly over my bum. Oh, that feels exquisite. I actually moan. I can’t help myself. He is irresistible to me. I feel the slightly rough cloth running up and down my back. It’s almost like a massage and actually helps to ease some of my pent-up need to feel Adam inside of me instantly! Especially when he starts washing the back of my neck as it loosens up every muscle in my body.

  He moves one of his hands to rest, no, to hold one of my arms in place against the shower wall and then puts his other hand around my waist. He’s still in control now and it’s not long before I feel his cock probing inside of me. My head flings back. “Mmm,” I cry out. He kisses my neck while he moves in and out of me. The water from the shower is pouring over us as Adam and I are joined as one. The water makes me feel pure and clean with the man I will love for eternity. It’s invigorating. Suddenly, Adam pulls my arm away from the wall and then firmly presses it back again to remind me who’s in control. It’s definitely him and he begins to fuck me very hard now. Oh this feels so fucking good; gone are any thoughts of purity. My breasts are pressed right against the marble tile he has me pinned so tight. His hips are moving against me faster and faster. He pushes into me with each hard thrust of his powerful hips, causing his cock to go in deep and then he pulls out and re-enters again with such force it makes my body jolt even though I am pressed firmly against the wall. He keeps moving back and forth. His powerful cock is working hard to keep me in line and it takes me to heights that are intense, deep and piercing. I moan, “Ahhh!” I can’t help it.

  And then the searing hot sparks come and I explode. I moan again loudly. Adam is not far behind me when I feel his cock expand and release in me. We stand still for a moment and I can hear the water hitting the floor now as I come back to my senses. Adam turns me around. He removes the condom and stands majestically as he allows me to wash his powerful cock under the shower. He then says, “I need to finish washing you, stand still.” He begins to wash my breasts. Oh that feels good. It’s not long before he is washing me all the way down to my feet and then over my bum. It feels wonderful. He has saved my hair for last. He washes my hair with his strong hands. He points to the conditioner and I nod yes. He massages it through my hair. I wonder if he worked in a salon it feels so good. He gently pushes me under the water to rinse, kissing me hard until my hair is free of conditioner. After quickly drying himself he helps me out of the shower and dries me with a plush towel and then carries me over to the bed. I lie there in awe of what just happened; it was so tantalizing!

  Adam gets dressed and I finally find the strength to speak. “That was fantastic, and I’m sore down there.” I turn to look at him as a slight grin comes across his face.

  “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I did warn you.” He is nonchalant and void of any regret for making me feel this way. He then leans down to kiss me before he leaves the room. I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared by that comment. Yes, he did warn me and I am quickly learning he does and means everything he says. Somehow, I manage to get up and put on my bathrobe and go to the dining room.

  Adam has poured his coffee. “I called down to ask for more hot water, that’s probably only tepid now. It won’t be long.” I sit beside him while he checks his email. Soon there’s a knock at the door and Adam goes to answer it. He tells me go to back in the bedroom, which I do. He doesn’t want the hotel person to see me like this, I remember. I hear Adam tell me to come out. Is he really this possessive? I smile as I come out. “Thank you Adam, you think of everything, even hot water for my tea.”

  “You’re welcome.” He takes my hand and kisses it and then says, “This has been an excellent weekend, and I’m sorry I have to cut it short because of travel. I thought we could go out for breakfast and perhaps take a walk before I drive you home?”

  My stomach sinks at the thought of him leaving me. “What time do you need to drive me home?”

  “I think around noon. I need to get home to do some prep work before I get on the plane.”

  It’s me who says this time, “Okay, it’s almost 10 now so let’s move it.” I leave with my tea in hand to pack up my bag and get dressed. I’ll let my hair air dry rather than waste time blow-drying it. I would rather be with Adam as much as possible. He comes into the room and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck.

  “Your hair smells nice and so do you. You have nice wavy hair. I like the way you wear it, both ways.” I want him again, but I know we have to get moving.

  “You smell pretty good yourself Mr. Stone.”

  “Maybe you should call me Mr. Stone all the time.”

  I laugh out loud. I would if he asked. In about ten minutes we’re both ready and heading for the door. Adam goes to the front desk to check us out while the bellboy takes our bags and arranges for Adam’s SUV to be pulled up. Adam opens my car door and I get in. I watch him in the mirror tip the doorman who has put our bags in the trunk. He sits beside me and asks, “Are you okay?”

  “I’m just sad you have to leave tonight, but I don’t want to ruin the time we have left today.”

  “It comes with the job and the success that goes with it. Although right now I do wish we had another whole day and night together.” He kisses the back of my hand before pulling out of the hotel driveway. We drive south for about 10 minutes. We are in a more bohemian, laid back area than the high-end area we have just left. Adam parks and we walk about five minutes to a small quaint restaurant that is packed. Luckily, Adam has made a reservation for us so we are seated right away. He really does plan well. The host seats us with menus. The restaurant is an old store that has been converted. The floors are the original wood from the late 1800s I think, with exposed brick walls.

  I lean back in my chair and look over at Adam. “I really like this place. This area is where I want to live someday. I like the relaxed and friendly vibe in this part of town.”

  “Yeah, it’s a cool part of town. The French toast is excellent here and the maple syrup is infused with vanilla. You should try it.”

  I glance over my menu at Adam. “Okay, I trust you. I’ll have the French toast and tea then.”

  “Good choice, Violet.” He winks at me and I feel so warm and content right now. A waiter comes over and takes our order.

  “What time is your flight tonight?” I ask him.

  “7:00, but I need to do some prep work when I get home. I can do a lot of reading on the plane as well.”

  He works so hard. I ask, realizing I don’t know, “Where are you going again?”

  “I’ll be out west.”

  I sigh. “A whole week, I’ll miss you so much!”

  “I can come and pick you up on Friday night and
you can spend the weekend at my house with me.”

  “I’d like that.” I am very interested to see where and how he lives. I know he lives in a very nice area. Large homes close to the park. I wouldn’t expect anything less and look forward to getting a glimpse into this man’s life and lifestyle next weekend. I say, “I’m looking forward to seeing your house. I can’t tell you how many times, I walked around that part of town admiring the homes. It will be nice to actually be inside one of them.”

  “Soon you will be.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

  “Yes, I am counting the days, but not just for that reason.”

  “I look forward to showing it to you Violet, as well as a few other things.” He grins and I grin back.

  “Are we staying in for the weekend or do I need to pack something for going out?”

  “Bring something in case we go out,” he says.

  My mind is happy we have plans to be together, but the pit in my stomach doesn’t lose sight of his openness about not wanting any long-term relationships. His work and need to be successful takes front and center. Yet here and now, it doesn’t feel that way at all. I wonder if I can help with the relationship part. The waiter brings our breakfast distracting me from that thought. We begin to eat. “This is really good. It’s heavenly,” I say.

  “I told you,” he says as he puts a forkful in his mouth.

  I want to probe a little more. The host seemed to know him so of course I want to know if he brings all his dates here. “Do you come here often?”

  Ignoring my true intent, he responds, “There you go with that pickup line again.” He has a half grin on his face. He knows what I really want to know and it shows in the rest of his response. “If you mean have I brought other women here, then no. This is a place I like to come to a lot and I don’t want the aggravation of running into exes here.”