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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