Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  He says smiling at me, “You’re awake”

  “Yes, I am. Did you have a good work out?”

  “Yes, I feel quite energized. You really should join me sometime.”

  “Yes, I know, and I sound like I keep making excuses. One of these days I’ll join you,” I laugh and so does he.

  He is shaking his head. “I expect one of these days you will. You know a healthy mind and body is important. It’s my mind that tells me what to do to your body, you know.”

  “Yes, I know that and it’s my mind that tells me how to respond. It seems we both have a healthy mind then don’t we?”

  He grins. “Your wit never ceases to amaze me Violet. I like your smart mouth too and what it can do to me. I am going to get in the shower, Babe. Can you please make coffee?”

  “No problem. I’ll need my mind and body for that.” We both laugh. I get up and wrap myself in a bathrobe as I go downstairs to the kitchen. I can’t help but look into Adam’s home office at the bottom of the stairs. I need to walk right past it before I get to the kitchen. It’s large for a home office I imagine, not ever having had one. There is a stylish modern wood top desk with his laptop and a large screen in front of it. I see a speakerphone off to the side, a shredder and what looks like a printer and fax machine on a matching side table. There is nice art on the walls, but again nothing personal. He spoke well of his family, but there are no pictures of them here. I continue to scan the room. There is a chair and ottoman in one corner of the room and a credenza off to the side. One wall has full bookshelves. I hear the water stop upstairs and quickly run out of the office to the kitchen, not wanting to be thought of as snooping.

  Opening the cupboard, I find coffee and filters and set up the coffeemaker. I might have coffee too for a change as it smells so good. In a few minutes I hear Adam coming down the stairs. He walks in with a pair of dark gray cotton pants and a black fitted shirt and bare feet. I even find his feet attractive - walking around like that he exudes hot and sexy.

  “What do you want for breakfast?” he asks.

  “I’m not fussed. I always enjoy what you cook. Whatever you want is good.”

  He gives me a mischievous grin. “What I want?” We both laugh knowing full well what he really wants. “I told my mother I would stop by early this afternoon. I would like it if you would come with me. Okay? She’s still asking about you. I did tell you she is very persistent.”

  “Yes, of course. I wouldn’t want your mother being mad at you. I guess I can save you then.” We both laugh.

  “She won’t get mad, she just won’t stop. Yes, you are saving me from endless questions about you. I said we’d come by around 2. How are bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast?” He seems so matter of fact, like I shouldn’t be shocked.

  “That works for me,” I say, noting that it’s only 11 and so I have plenty of time to get ready. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Yes of course.”

  “What’s the story with Emilia? She seemed so desperate to talk to me. She said you dumped her with no warning.”

  “She wanted too much too fast. She also had some peculiar ways. I knew it wouldn’t work. There isn’t much more to tell.”

  “So that’s it?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s it.”

  “Oh, I see.” When the coffee is ready I walk over to Adam’s side of the kitchen to get cups. He reaches over to me and pulls me backward toward him and begins to kiss the back of my neck.

  He whispers in my ear, “I told you, you are special. I meant it when I said it.” He continues to kiss my neck as he reaches around and opens my robe. He caresses my breasts which arouses me instantly. I wonder: is he going to take me right here? Within seconds he has me bent over the kitchen island. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. He moves the pan with the eggs off the heat and then slides up my robe and pulls down my panties. He pushes me down further on the counter so that my head is almost resting on it. I feel his hands over my bum, squeezing, caressing, and kissing it. I feel burning desire rising through me with each of his touches. “Oh,” I moan when I feel his finger slide inside of me. He wiggles it and I can’t believe how fast the sensations begin to build. The searing hot flames are stoked higher. I moan again and try to close my legs, it feels so gloriously intense. Before I do, Adam puts his knee between them and stops me.

  “Babe, I can only make you come if you give in to me.” His words send another hot surge through me and I succumb to him and relax my legs. He now has full access to explore me deeper and he does. His finger continues to work its magic. I’m not sure exactly what he is doing but this is certainly something I have not been able to do to myself. These sensations are off the chart!

  I groan, “What are you doing to me? It is driving me crazy!”

  “That’s your G spot. It heightens the sensation,” he croons. He seems to know everything about the female body!

  “Ohhhh, yes!” I groan. He keeps changing the pace, first he wiggles slowly and it feels amazing and then faster making my body twitch in ways I can’t control. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore he seems to know and slows down. The surges come closer together when he begins to slide his finger in and out of me while keeping pressure on that magic spot. “Ahhh!” I yell. The faster he moves his finger, the more uncontrollable my body becomes. My back arches, my bum presses into him, and my knees buckle. The sounds coming out of my mouth are incoherent.

  I somehow manage to plead, “Please stop, it feels too good. I can’t take anymore!”

  “Sweetheart, just submit to the pleasure, it’s what we both want,” he whispers very convincingly and sounds so sexy saying it. He has no intention of stopping and uses his forearm to press down on my back confirming my thought. I breathe and give into his celestial exploration with just one finger! What he does is astounding but also overpowering in its delight. Adam’s finger suddenly moves at frenzied speed. I can hear the sound of my wetness each time his finger moves in and out me. It sounds slick and moist and turns me on even more. I want to close my legs again, but I don’t because what he is doing feels so delectable! I am moaning louder now. I can feel hot lava splashing through my vagina. When he starts to combine the pressing and fucking motions with his finger I can feel the volcano rising within me. The hot molten lava moves past my vagina now and within seconds, my body spasms in pure delight as I scream and erupt all over his hand. “Oh My God Adam,” is all I can manage to say in awe of his mind-blowing performance. He deserves a standing ovation!

  He says in that sexy crooning voice, “See Babe, when you surrender to me how I give you pleasure? You know what I can do to you.” I turn my head to look back at him, as what he just said fills me with burning desire and is true. Surrender, what a powerful word, I think as I move my hair off my face.

  I groan, “Yes, it was mind-blowing. I can barely breathe.”

  He likes my answer and slaps my bum hard. I feel a stinging sensation, quickly followed by a hot surge that ripples through my entire body. He says, “I need to fuck you.” Being so well lubricated makes it easy for him to enter me. Oh he’s so hard when he does. I cry out and so does he. He starts out slowly and then says, “You are really wet, I like that.”

  “Yes,” I groan as the sensations start all over again. Grabbing my hips, he starts to fuck me harder. He is so forceful that my legs are pinned against the cupboard doors of the island. There is no give in my position. Both Adam and the island are fixed and he is pounding me as hard as he possibly can. It’s a combination of both pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure. He fucks me like an expert never breaking his rhythm. He couldn’t be any deeper inside me. I am getting wetter by the minute when I didn’t think it was possible. He begins to slow his pace. My moistness will surely prolong Adam’s orgasm. We continue awhile as he slowly exits and re-enters me. Each time he enters he chooses a different depth. I never know whether he is go
ing to barely enter me or completely fill me. It all feels utterly amazing. I get into the slower pace and find myself becoming even more aroused. I feel all of him, the power behind his thrusts and the heat from his body. His pace quickens and I feel the front of his thighs hitting against the back of mine. I really like this position as he can push in really deep. My breathing is heavy and my legs are still banging against the island. Oh I can’t get enough of him, I really just can’t. It’s not long before I lose it and cry out, “Ahhhhh!” I come, and Adam is not far behind me. He continues to pound harder and faster until he can no longer hold himself back. I hear him moan as he climaxes and I can feel his cock pulsating inside me. After a moment, I manage to say, “That was amazing!”

  Breathlessly he says, “Yes, it was for me too, and it will continue to only get better.” Adam pulls out of me and gives me a kiss before he redresses and goes to the sink to wash his hands. I can’t imagine sex being any better between us, it’s so incredible already, but I have to believe him, what he has done to me already is beyond my wildest dreams.

  At 1:30 we’re in Adam’s car on route to his parents’ home. I’m nervous as meeting his parents means a lot to me. It also gives me a glimpse of hope about us and our longevity. I know I must stop thinking this way and just enjoy when we are together. I dream and think too much sometimes. Something else I need to work on.

  Adam pulls into a circular driveway. This is not a run of the mill home. It’s a mansion on a cul-de-sac of only three others. Adam helps me out of the car. I am quiet, taking in my first impression of the surroundings. I shouldn’t be surprised after the horse farm. As to be expected, the door is opened by a butler who gives a very warm welcome to Adam. I can see the affection in Adam’s eyes as the man who answers the door hugs him and Adam responds quite naturally. “Jeremy, this is Violet, Miss Cole.” I guess the formality is needed in situations like these. Jeremy seems pleasantly surprised and extends his hand out to me and gives me a lovely warm smile. “Hello Miss Cole, how nice to meet you.” He looks back at Adam nodding with approval before turning back to me.

  I shake his hand. “Hi Jeremy, it’s nice to meet you.” I can hear voices in the background as we step into a large foyer. Soon, Adam’s parents greet us. His mother gives Adam a big hug and quickly turns her attention to me.

  “Hello, Violet, it’s nice to see you again. Our meeting at the exhibit was too brief. Perhaps today we can get to know you a little better.” I can feel myself blush as I extend my hand out in greeting.

  “Hello, Mrs. Stone I am very happy to meet you again. Yes, it will be nice to be able to chat this time.”

  Within seconds Robert, Adam’s father comes forward and takes my hand in his as he says, “Hi Violet, I’m Rob. It is nice to see you again. We are so pleased to meet you properly. We were rushed away at the opening.” He looks at his son and seems to give him a nod of approval.

  “Hello, Mr. Stone.”

  “Forget the formality. Please call us Shirley and Rob.” I see Mrs. Stone, Shirley, nod in agreement. Jeremy appears from the background to take my sweater from me. Adam puts his arm around me and his touch helps settle some of my nerves.

  “We’re sitting in the greenhouse at the back,” Rob tells us. We follow them down a very large hallway with beautiful art on both sides of the wall. The greenhouse is really not full of potted plants as one would think. This large room is off the gourmet kitchen and is glass walled on three sides with a glass ceiling allowing sunlight to filter through the room. There are two sitting areas including a baby grand piano separating them. My first thought is this would be a great room to host a concert in. It could easily seat forty people or more if standing. There is a trolley with a decanter of wine and some different cheeses and crackers and olives in all colors imaginable off to the side. We sit down on the right side of the piano. His dad asks. “Adam, how is the firm doing? It’s been a few weeks since we’ve seen you.”

  “It’s been busy Dad. I am still doing a lot of travel, that hasn’t changed much.” He is holding my hand as he speaks. Jeremy appears and pours us some wine.

  “From what I hear you’re doing great work in growing your business. So the travel must be worth it. Your mother and I are so proud of you, but you know that.”

  “Violet, what do you do?” Shirley asks me.

  “I’m a history major who works as a paralegal now.” I can feel myself blush a bit.

  “That’s interesting. You have given yourself options for trying different things. That is very smart.” I love his mother already. She makes me feel much better about my job choice. We drink our wine and engage in a nice conversation, mostly about his family. They tell me Adam was brilliant in school and very good at sailing, tennis, and rowing. His mother says. “Adam, you should show Violet your trophies.”

  “I am sure she doesn’t want to see my trophies, there aren’t that many,” he replies.

  “My son is a modest man, which is a virtue I know, but sometimes it drives me crazy.” His mother is smiling when she says this, and pats Adam on the arm. “Go show her, I insist.” Adam stands and reluctantly takes me upstairs to his bedroom. This gives me a chance to get a better look at the home he has grown up in. Complete Ivy League luxury. He doesn’t know any different, I think to myself. He was born and bred to be successful.

  “I told you my mother was persistent,” he says when we’re alone.

  I smile as we walk down the hall. The home has a stunning split circular staircase befitting a large traditional home such as this one. There is a patterned carpet runner on the stairs showing a bit of dark oak wood on either side. As we reach the top of the right staircase, I can see that the wood and runner extend down the halls on both sides. Adam’s room is at the back. It’s like going back in time. There is a queen size bed in the middle of the room. Given its size, there is room for a two-seat sofa and desk and chair at one end of the room. The bookshelves hold many books on different subjects, but mostly law. There is a TV hidden behind the double doors of the built-in. Adam had his own en-suite bathroom so probably never had to share a bathroom in his life. Quite a life, I think. He does not come from humble beginnings, but I admire that he keeps this fact quite secret, never speaking of his parents’ wealth or his own. There are many awards and trophies for tennis, rowing, and sailing. I am not surprised, as I’ve always seen him as an overachiever. Paul had mentioned something about that during the bank negotiations. I can hear Paul’s voice in my head saying, “Adam Stone is a tough nut. His negotiation skills are exemplary, he should teach them. He’d make a fortune.” I smile to myself and can understand that statement more now than I did then. I ask. “How long did you play tennis? You never mentioned that.”

  “From the time I was about five. I could have gone pro but decided I wanted something different long term. It was an opportunity I chose not to follow.”

  “And rowing and sailing?” I look up at him as I pick up one of the trophies. He was the captain of both teams.

  “That was more for fun being with a team and such.”

  “It says here you were the captain of both your teams?”

  “Yes, I was. All the awards were a team effort though.”

  I like this modest side of Adam. I say, “Yes, but you led them to victory. You played a key role in getting there.” Adam comes and kisses me and leads me over to the queen bed.

  “Really Adam? Here and now?”

  “Why not? My parents really like you, so they will leave us alone for a while.” I quickly figure out he is just kidding. He kisses me instead, and I love feeling his arms around me. His lips are soft and firm. His tongue is like velvet. Oh, I do love his tongue and all the things he does with it. My heart is beating faster again. Adam must feel it too as he stops kissing me. He says. “I think we should go back downstairs before they send Jeremy up to find us. He caught me in here once with a girl. He couldn’t make eye contact with me for a we
ek.” Even I have to laugh this time. I have to admit to myself that his vast sexual prowess is something I benefit from considerably. I cross my legs quickly suppressing a rising tingle, before we get up to leave the room.

  We reappear all composed as we walk back into the greenhouse. Shirley and Rob are talking politics, which is not my best topic these days. Adam changes the subject for which I am grateful. We move on to the weather, summer plans and other light fare. At 5, Adam announces we have to leave. His mother tries to get us to stay for dinner, but Adam says he has work to do. She doesn’t press the matter. At the front door we say goodbye. “We are so glad to meet you Violet and look forward to seeing you again soon.” They both hug me this time. Jeremy hands me my sweater. Adam embraces both his parents and Jeremy before we leave to get back into his car.

  “Well that wasn’t so bad was it?” he asks.

  “Not bad at all, your parents are really nice. You didn’t tell me you were so rich.”

  “It’s their money, not mine, and would you have really cared about that anyway? I think not,” he says with a smile.

  “No you’re right. It might’ve have actually scared me off.” I grin at him this time and then ask, “You didn’t tell me, are you traveling tonight?”

  “No, I have an early flight tomorrow.”

  “I should probably go home tonight then if your flight is first thing.” I’m disappointed.

  “Yes, I know. I’ll drive you home after we have dinner and then I have some prep work to do as well.”

  “What are you working on?”

  “It’s that merger, it’s confidential you understand, right?” He takes my hand as he says this to me. I completely understand and recall the restaurant scene with the actor, which makes me cringe.