He licked the surface with great care, not wanting to rush
and lose any of the sensation as the smooth texture of the cold granite glided
across the flat of his tongue. Martin craved it, almost wanted to bite it, feel
its hard brittle stone texture against his teeth too. He couldn’t help it. It
reminded him of their night together; how she had shoved everything off the
kitchen counter top and pulled herself up on to it, and then wrapped her legs
round him, pulling him in too. This was the closest he could get to experiencing
it again.
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