Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “It’s really stylish and sleek. Very classy. I like it a lot.”

  “Thanks. I should try to spend more time here. Maybe with you in my life I will.” A hopeful feeling hits my heart when he says that. Adam goes back into the yard and comes back in with two BBQ utensils, which he leaves in the sink. He picks up the bottle of wine and two glasses and tells me to follow him to the family room. I watch him press a remote and surround sound music fills the room, chill lounge music with a nice beat. It’s the kind of music you can just listen to and get lost in your own thoughts. I like it. The fact that I’m here with him makes it even better. He pours two glasses of wine and sits back on the sofa and pulls me into him. We don’t speak. We just sit together enjoying our wine and the music. He keeps me close and runs his hands through my hair. I’m in heaven.

  I break the silence after a while. “How long have you lived here?”

  “About two years now. I used to live right downtown and miss the convenience sometimes.”

  “This is isn’t that far from downtown, but I suppose when you’re working late it would be more convenient to be closer. What made you buy out this way?”

  “My parents live close by, near the golf course. I’ll have to make arrangements for you meet them again soon. They were asking a lot of questions about you at the opening, especially my mother. If I don’t take you, my mother will drive me crazy. She can be very persistent when she wants something.” I don’t know whether to be flattered or not. It reminds me how I’d like to introduce Adam to my dad at some point and now seems a good time to ask.

  “I would like that, and for you to meet my dad. It’s only fair.”

  “Yes, okay. You know when to get your requests in, don’t you? We are more alike than you may think.”

  I grin when I say, “I hardly think so. I don’t wield your power or influence.” We both laugh. I do think there is a heart in there somewhere. The way he is with me appears normal, how a couple should act.

  He whispers in my ear, “You smell really nice.” He is nuzzling my neck and smelling my hair. It feels good.

  “Thanks, so do you. I love everything about you Adam. I hope I’m not scaring you with my honesty.”

  “Stop worrying about what you say to me. If I have an issue with it, believe me, I will tell you. Right now you make me feel very wanted and I like that a lot.”

  “Good. I want more of you Adam. I just can’t get enough of you and I know it’s still early days. We have so much to learn about each other.”

  “And we will Violet, all in good time. We are going at a pace that feels right. This is a good thing.” I nuzzle into his neck as the feelings of desire run through me again.

  “Let’s go upstairs now.” Adam takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to the front door. He picks up my bag and then escorts me up the hardwood stairs, past four other bedrooms, to the master bedroom. The king size bed has a wooden headboard made of walnut wood with two side tables. There is a seating area in a window alcove overlooking the backyard and pond with a sofa and armchair. I notice there is a fireplace across from the sofa and that the room is very large and uncluttered. That doesn’t surprise me either. Adam is always impeccably dressed and appears very organized, and his home reflects that. His bedroom alone might be larger than my apartment.

  Adam puts my bag on the sofa and turns on the stereo. Playing in the background is music with a rock beat and a female voice that could sing opera. I think it’s the singer from Evanescence. I really like it.

  “Do you have a decorator?” I ask.

  “Yes, I do. My mother takes care of that for me, along with a designer.”

  “She and the designer have great taste, that’s for sure.”

  “I’m glad you like it. Now get undressed before I rip off your clothes,” he orders, shedding his own. I can’t wait for him to touch me again. He pulls me to him and begins to kiss me very deeply and holds my head so it can only move where he wants it to move. While we’re still kissing, he lifts me off my feet and carries me over to the bed. I can feel my heart pounding and my body is full of desire. When he places me back on my feet, I am beside the bed.

  I moan as I look down at his very erect cock and say, “I want to taste you Adam, badly.” He smiles and spreads his sexy legs, his eyes look heavy. I move to a kneeling position between them. The act of kneeling before him is a real turn on for me. I begin to rub my hands up and down his thighs. He moans encouraging me to continue. He really does smell nice. I so want to taste him and don’t wait a second longer before I get to his glorious cock. I wrap my lips around it. He moans instantly, which makes me moan too. I begin to run my lips down over him.

  “Ah Babe, that feels good. How did you become such an expert, Violet?” I feel proud and very wanton at this moment. I begin to follow my instincts and what he has shown me. I suck gently and slowly this time and feel his body tense as I change my method to please him. His moans are egging me on, so I begin to make sucking sounds and can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I suck and then run my tongue up and down his shaft, twirling it around the top of his head and sliding back down his shaft again. I suck and lick and roll my tongue slowly up every inch of him. I enjoy pleasing him and his reactions are driving me wild. I am getting wetter by the second.

  I look up and see him watching me. Our eyes connect for an instant and then I watch his begin to close. I think I am driving him crazy now and enjoy that a lot. I twirl my tongue numerous times over the head of his marvelous cock. It swells in my mouth when I do. He lets me enjoy his cock for a while longer and then lifts me to my feet and pushes me down on the bed on my stomach, placing two pillows under my hips. My bum is now raised and pointed towards the ceiling. “I have something else planned for you,” he growls in my ear. Suddenly, I smell a hint of lavender. Without notice, he starts rubbing my calves with massage oil. Wait, the oil is warm, he warmed it? Oh my. Any tension leaves my body. After my calves, he moves down to give me a heavenly foot massage. He uses his thumbs to press into the balls of my feet and then slowly moves to the arch. He kisses my toes one at a time and then rubs them. This is amazing. The massage is wonderful and very arousing. I love the smell of the infused massage oil, it enhances his touch. I can feel myself relaxing, but still highly aware and very aroused.

  I push my hips into the pillow. It feels good and I can tell I am soaking wet down there. Adam moves to massage my thighs. He kneads them with just enough pressure to ease the muscles. He starts at my knees and slowly works his way up from my knees and then when I thought it couldn’t get any better he moves up and then slides a finger inside me and wiggles it. Oh, it feels so good. “Mmmm,” I moan. After a while he stops and I can feel him straddle my legs. I can feel his large testicles touching my skin, which only turns me on more. The sensation of hot oil is now covering my entire bum. He kneads my bum very firmly with the oil and I can feel all tension leaving my body.

  “You have one great ass, Violet. I could spend all day here.” That comment only makes me wetter. You don’t realize how much tension you have in your bum until it’s rubbed like this, plus with the added bonus of being extremely aroused it’s a double whammy. He spreads oil over my back and begins to massage and move up my body. It feels great, but it gets better when he slides his fully erect cock deep inside me. With my bum raised on the pillows, this causes sensations that are out of this world. I let out such a loud moan. He likes that and continues to massage my back and shoulders while he is moving inside of me. This is highly arousing and absolutely incredible. I moan and arch my bum upward to meet his thrusts.

  “You are a master Adam, my master.” The words come out so easily, I am totally lost in his enchantment. I know he likes my comment as I feel his cock swell inside me. I didn’t think it could get harder, but it does. I can’t help myself, my body responds to him so easily. He has complete control. As he rubs my back, and then my shoulders for the nex
t ten minutes or so, he rocks gently, barely sliding his cock in and out of me. The experience of having a massage with Adam while feeling him inside of me is beyond my dreams. I can’t stop moaning, this feels so good. We are both very aroused now as Adam takes hold of my hips and begins to move faster, each time aiming deeper and deeper. I am moaning uncontrollably. He slows his thrusting hips and moves inside of me at a steady rhythm. He pulls my hips upward to match his thrusts. Yes, this feels outstanding! The waves of pleasure roll within me. He groans and moves faster.

  “Oh Adam, please don’t stop, you feel so good. Your cock was made for me,” I gasp. His grip on my hips becomes firmer but I don’t care, the pleasure within me trumps all else. He starts to move faster, pulling out and then slamming himself back inside me. He is so strong and relentless and I love it. I am so close I don’t know how much longer I can last. I can feel Adam’s cock swell so I know he is very close too, and sure enough it’s not long before I feel him explode inside me. When I hear the loud moan leave his lips, it takes me over the edge and I erupt and join in the chorus of moans. “Ohh!” I cry out. We remain still for a moment until Adam carefully removes the pillows from underneath me. I roll over on my back as Adam lies beside me on his side with his arm under his head looking at me. He looks so hot.

  “My sweet little virgin has gone all wanton on me, and I like it.” He’s grinning, breathless like me. I grin right back at him, because he is right.

  “You may have created a sex-crazed monster, more like.” I run my hand over his nipples.

  “I like sex crazed, but not sure about the monster.” He pulls me close. I want to tell him I love him, but I don’t. Just being here like this with him is a dream come true.

  Chapter 16

  Things are going well between us and I’ve been spending weekends at Adam’s house, given his hectic travel schedule during the week. The bedroom looks different when the sun is shining brightly through it. Adam’s in the shower, leaving me to lie in the bed with the TV on. I am not really watching, just thinking. I look around the room and notice there are no personal photos, some great artwork and decorative pieces, but nothing really personal. I make a note to get a picture of the two of us at some point, maybe after I meet his parents.

  “You better get up or I’ll have to tie you to the bed,” he calls out to me. I’m not quite sure if he’s joking or not. He did say I still have lots more doors to open. To be honest the tie up part actually sounds hot and sends one of those sensations through me.

  I innocently say, “Okay, my turn to shower then. What are we doing today Mister Lawyer?”

  “We could go down to the boardwalk and walk around there for a while. I didn’t get to my regular exercise regime today because of your luscious body.”

  “Oh Adam, you worked out alright,” I grin and then say. “The walk sounds like a great idea and the weather is perfect.” I beam at him as I confidently walk naked to the bathroom. I know he’s watching me.

  Adam has left me two plush white bath towels and a white plush robe. I often wonder if he offers these to all his guests. A jealous pang runs through me as I wonder who else has worn one of these robes, showered here, and slept in his bed with him. All these questions he need never ask of me, as he knows the answer. There’s no one for him to compare himself to. I clear my head and jump into the shower. I quickly shower and wrap myself in one of the soft plush towels and use the other one to wrap around my wet hair. After towel drying my hair I hang it up. The bathroom is so large and well ventilated that there is no steam on the mirror when I step out of the shower. In my little bathroom the mirror steams up in no time.

  I walk back into the bedroom to find a blow dryer, having forgotten mine. I look in one of his walk-in closets. It’s like a mid-size bedroom lined with suits on one wall, shirts by color in white, blue, gray and black. There’s a built-in drawer system in here. I open a drawer to find several expensive watches sitting nicely in a velvet-lined drawer. To the right are many pairs of dress shoes. There is no dryer in here. I walk over to the other closet which has casual clothing also hung neatly by color and item. Instead of dress shoes, this closet has sneakers of different brands and more casual shoes. There is another set of drawers in here. I open the top drawer and find spare shoelaces and sports socks and underwear. I pull out a pair of his underwear. They are black, a fitted boxer style. I recall how sexy they sit on his hips and wrap around his legs. They contain his package so nicely. Mmm, I think. My horny thought is interrupted when I hear Adam behind me. “Are you planning to borrow a pair of my underwear?” I turn to see Adam standing in the doorway of his closet. I am sure I have turned a shade of red or two and he is not smiling either.

  “Ah, sorry, I was looking for a blow dryer,” I say softly feeling embarrassed at having been caught with a pair of his underwear in my hands.

  “Try the spare room,” he says dryly, handing me a cup of green tea as I walk by. I can’t even look at him. I manage a quick “thank you” as I walk down the hall to the first spare bedroom. Rather than looking through drawers, I call back to Adam.

  “Which room?” He’s now standing at the door of the first spare bedroom.

  “Try the bathroom, there should be one in there. If you want to move it to my bathroom feel free. Breakfast will be ready soon, so meet me in the kitchen.”

  “Okay,” I mumble, still embarrassed. Sure enough I find a blow dryer and see some makeup in the drawer as well. My mind goes back to my mother’s words how snooping causes more harm than good. I can’t help myself as I turn to make sure Adam isn’t going to appear and catch me again. There is no one behind me this time. The second drawer has mascara, lipstick, and blush in it. My first thought is of a former girlfriend and the jealously pang comes back again. I close the drawer and make my way back to Adam’s bedroom and begin to get ready.

  I feel good in my shorts and fitted top. I put on my walking shoes. This outfit seems appropriate given what our plans are for the afternoon. I can smell bacon as I come down the stairs. Adam is pulling down two white plates from the cupboard when I walk in. He waves me to a seat at the kitchen island where there is a glass of orange juice waiting for me. I could so get used to this, I think to myself. A smart and sexy guy who cooks!

  Adam plops himself beside me as we begin to eat. I think he was annoyed at catching me looking through his drawers. “I really was only looking for a blow dryer,” I confess.

  “I know. It was just strange seeing you going through my things. I’m used to being alone most of the time until recently. Don’t worry, I’ll get used to it.” I wonder how that can be, given his long line of ex-girlfriends.

  “I’m sorry if I offended you in any way. This omelet is tasty.”

  “Don’t worry about it, and I’m glad you like the eggs. Eat the bacon too.” After we finish breakfast I begin to tidy up the kitchen.

  Adam turns to me. “Since we are spending weekends here, do you want me to have Joyce come in as well? She can then do the cleaning and it would give us more time together. She would be happy to do it. She has often asked me if she should move in and work here full time.”

  The offer sounds amazing. I feel a pang of guilt when I think how convenient it would be to have a housekeeper at our disposal. I wouldn’t be standing here now loading the dishwasher. My sensible self returns, when I reply, “No, I like the privacy. It really only takes a few minutes to load the dishwasher. If Joyce is here, we will have watch what we do and where we do it. It’s easy cleaning up after only the two of us and we eat out a lot too. It’s not like we are doing laundry or cleaning the house, she clearly takes care of that.”

  “Okay. The offer is there if you change your mind. I have a couple of work calls to make, are you okay in here for a bit?”

  “Sure, I’ll finish in here and put the dishwasher on.” I feel a hint of power all of a sudden. He’s asked me if I want a housekeeper here on the weekends. I watch him
walk to his home office down the hall and hear him close the office door. I remember him telling me how important his privacy is to him. It takes not more than ten minutes to tidy up. I stand in front of the one of the massive sliding doors and look out the window. I get lost in thought but soon feel Adam behind me as he kisses the back of my neck. He squeezes me close to him and it feels so good. “How did your calls go?” I ask.

  “Good. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” That’s his way of telling me not to ask any questions, so I don’t probe any further.

  “Let’s go then.” He releases me so that I can run upstairs to get my purse. We walk to the Jag. I proudly jump into my seat as Adam gets into his side of the car. He looks over and kisses my hand before pulling out of his driveway on to the road. The drive is less than ten minutes. We are parked and walking towards the boardwalk. There are lots of people enjoying the weather just like us. Adam takes my hand as we begin to walk. “I like it down here. I jog down here some evenings.”

  “That would be inspiring. I should probably take up jogging.”

  “It’s not hard. You just have to stick with it to build endurance. I could help you if you are interested. I think it will be easy for you given the endurance you’ve already shown in the bedroom,” he says with a slight laugh in his voice.

  “Yes, with you as a trainer I can’t help myself. Could I expect the same level of training if I jog with you?”

  He laughs out loud. “Good one, Babe. I do enjoy your wit. And, yes, you would for sure.”

  I think how I’ve not been caught by the exercise bug. I do like to walk and make a point of doing it for pleasure and to keep in shape. My body is slim and curvy and he likes it a lot.

  I tell him, “Maybe I’ll give it try.” Deep down, I am not sure if I really mean it.

  “I can take you jogging with me, just ask.”