Page 63 of Hard as Stone


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“You think I would drop everything I have here to move back to New York?”

“I hope not.”

“You’re being ridiculous. I could never be away from you. I barely hung on for a week. You think I would be able to handle a long-distance relationship without you in my arms?”

“When emotions get involved, you never know.”

Austin raised his voice. “That’s so far from the truth.” He got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and I jumped up to join him when I heard the clanking of the glass door. I entered the bathroom and called to him.

“Austin, I wasn’t implying anything.”

His voice was muffled as water ran over him. “You were implying I would leave.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

As soon as he put shampoo in his hair, I joined him in the shower. He washed the soap out and wiped his eyes to see me standing there. “You think it would be so easy to leave, just like that?”

“I know it would be hard, but she raised you.”

“She did, but I love you so much. I would figure out something without leaving you. I couldn’t. How can I make you see that?”

He pushed me against the tiled wall and pressed his lips so hard to mine that our teeth tapped. His hands roamed my body, roughly squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I whimpered into his mouth as he slid me up the wall with little effort. His cock was fully erect, and I was impaled as he let me down.

Austin’s thrust told me of his anger, hard and fast. I’d never seen him so aggressive, and it scared me just a little. He was lost to me, his eyes closed as he concentrated on fucking. I gently stroked his face, and he opened his lids, giving me a glazed look. He slowed until he came to a stop and held me to him as he moved to sit on the bench in the corner of the stall.

“I’m sorry, baby. I would never.”

I leaned against his chest as his dick pulsed inside me. He held me tight, stroking my wet hair, and whispering how much I meant to him. We stayed like that for several minutes until I began to rock against him. I wanted to come again, and I wanted him to come inside me.

Austin reached between us and rubbed my clit with his fingers, gentle circles while we mirrored the movement with our tongues. Our fucking was sensual and slow until I came apart in his arms and exploded. My orgasm seemed to go on forever as my core rippled and tensed.

I was exhausted by the time I finished, but I kept rocking because I wanted Austin to come, to fill me deep inside with his semen.

We spent most of the day in bed together, getting reacquainted. I was on my second nap by the time his grandmother called to tell him she’d gotten home safely. After Austin finished with the call, he went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of crisp white wine, grapes, cheese, and some crackers.

“I don’t have the energy to eat,” I mumbled.

“If you eat, you’ll have energy.”

He was right, I was ravenous and thirsty, gulping at the wine he filled my glass with.

“Hey, don’t drink so fast. I don’t want you drunk.”

“I’m thirsty.”

“Then I’ll get you some water.”

He got off the bed and padded down the hall to the kitchen. I couldn’t help ogling his lovely sculpted backside as he retreated. The front view was much better when he returned with two bottles of Evian.

“Drink this. I want you sober for a night of activity.”

“I love you, Austin, but I think I’m done for the evening.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

I was wrong because he made me want him over and over again. He knew just what to do with his tongue and fingers to get me going again. I fell into a dead sleep after we were finished. Austin held me possessively in his arms, his leg thrown over my hip.

The next week, Marina reminded me I needed to book my villa in the Maldives for my regular January vacation. Villas got booked fast, and usually, seven months was the cut off if you wanted to get one for the following winter.

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