“I’m not talented enough to make you come at a distance,” she said.

“You’ve been making me come from hundreds of miles away all week,” he said.

“You’ve been making yourself come, you mean.”

“Trust me; you deserve most of the credit.” He continued across the room toward the far corner. “I want to try something on you. Are you game?”

She knew what the guy liked to try—devices he’d invented to make a woman shatter in bliss. “But it’s your turn to feel good.”

“This one makes us both feel good,” he said.

She couldn’t deny that she was interested. Dr. Kink E. Inventor had a mind as wicked as his body. “Then I’m game.”

Gabe rummaged through an armoire that stood near a pair of doors that led outside. “What kind of lube do you prefer?” he asked.

She was supposed to have a preference? “I’ve never really tried different types of lube. What do you suggest?”

“I have something I think you’ll enjoy.”

She giggled, thinking this conversation sounded like they were deciding on the wine to go with their meal. “Is it the house lube?” she said in a snooty accent.

“House lube?” He obviously didn’t get her joke.

“Like a house wine.”

“No, baby. It’s vintage.”

“As long as it’s not past its expiration date.”

“Only the best for my woman’s pussy.”

“Oh,” she said, liking that he’d called her his woman, but confused by where he wanted to put the lube. “I thought lube was for the um…” She flushed despite herself. “Well, um, I mean, for the, uh, rear entrance.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her and grinned. “Do you want some backdoor action?”

“I liked that thing you used the last time we were together. Remember?” The feel of that large bead popping in and out of her ass with each thrust of his cock into her pussy had driven her insane. In a good way.

“I left that one on the tour bus,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

“But I have other things.”

Of course he did.

He found whatever he was looking for and returned to the side of the bed. She tried to see what he had in his hand but before she could get a good look at it, he flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up on the bed with her. She rolled onto her side and stared at him.

“On your belly,” he said.

“But I want to watch what you’re doing.”

“Nope. On your belly.”

Before she could protest again, he pulled her arm out from under her and she found herself face down again.

Gabe’s hands spread her legs wide, and he leaned over her to nibble and suck on her ass cheeks while he fiddled with something between her thighs. She gave up trying to figure out what he was going to do and closed her eyes, concentrating on the involuntary tightening of her ass each time he nipped her buttocks. She was starting to feel very needy back there and hoped he put her out of her misery soon.

Unfortunately, he ignored her ass. But fortunately, his slippery fingers massaged her pussy, dipped inside and out again, several times, as he added lube and more lube. She felt wetter inside than she ever had. And definitely warmer.

“Is that the lube making me so hot down there?” she asked.

“You’re always hot down here,” he teased, sliding long fingers in and out of her body. The more friction he created, the hotter the lube got. He continued to pleasure her with deep thrusts of his fingers and then used his other hand to squirt something on her ass. He rubbed the slippery substance over her back entrance and when the tip of his finger slipped inside, she jerked in surprise. She still wasn’t accustomed to being touched there, but she did like it. As he added more lubricant, his finger slipped a bit deeper. The two fingers still thrusting into her pussy felt fiery. The one in her ass was surprisingly cool. She decided he was using two different lubes, and she would have thanked him if she could remember how to produce sounds other than moans.

“Ready?” he asked.

For him to fuck her unconscious? Yes, she was definitely ready. She moaned in the affirmative. He pulled his fingers free and something hard pressed against her ass. It entered her with a sudden pop. She gasped in delight. It was one of those beads she so enjoyed. At least that’s what she thought until his fingers massaged more cooling lube around her opening and he pressed forward on the device and another bead popped into her ass. Maybe she was imagining it, but that one felt slightly larger than the first. As he forced a third, a fourth, and a fifth bead into her, she was certain they were getting larger.

“One more,” he said, “and then you’ll find out why my anal beads aren’t like any you’ve tried.”

She didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm by pointing out that any anal beads were like ones she hadn’t tried because this was a first for her. Due to its size, the pressure caused by the final bead entering her was almost unbearable, but once in place, it felt so delightfully there. She cried out in need, lost in the unfamiliar sensation.

“Are you okay?” Gabe asked. He stroked her thighs, drawing her attention to her trembling legs.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Love it.”

He twisted something at the exposed end of the shaft of beads and it took her a moment to even comprehend what was happening. A small marble—or something—was rubbing against the outer surface of her hole in a constant circular trajectory. Each lap of the marble around its track increased her awareness of the pleasure radiating out from and in towards her ass.

“Oh my God, Gabe!” she cried as her pussy and ass clenched rhythmically with the first spasms of release.

“Damn, woman,” he said, “don’t come yet. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

She tried clenching her internal muscles to stop the waves of orgasm and was partially successful. Cutting off an orgasm made her feel miserably needy, however, and she shifted against the sheets. Gabe lifted her hips off the bed until she was on her knees with her face still pressed against the mattress. He could have hung her from the ceiling by her ankles at that point and she wouldn’t have protested. She trusted this man to do her right.

“Relax,” he said from behind her. His cock slipped inside her pussy.

“God, yes,” she groaned into the mattress, and rocked back to try to force him deeper.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured. “Really still. Until I’m all the way inside.”

She whimpered and concentrated on remaining still. That little marble rubbing her ass was driving her freaking insane. She needed to come immediately.

It occurred to her that even with the lube, Gabe was having difficulty entering her. And he was so thick. Much thicker than usual. He spread her legs wider, until her hips protested their overextension. Face buried in the mattress, she reached her arms over her head and clung to the sheets.

Gabe used his hands to ease her pussy wider. She was pretty sure he was trying to rip her in half.

“It’ll hurt for just a second,” he promised. He grabbed her hips and suddenly thrust hard. A large bump on the underside of his cock stretched her beyond her limit.

She whimpered in pain.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I need to design a better way to insert it. I promise it will feel amazing once I find your spot.”

Gabe, plus whatever sleeve he was wearing over his cock, slipped deeper. When the thickened nub on the underside of the device rubbed against her front wall and found the spot he was referring to, she groaned.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m going to turn it on now. Are you ready?”

She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she nodded. The nub inside her vibrated hard against her G-spot, and pleasure shot through her entire body. Gabe began to move and apparently the sleeve around his cock was doing something for him too because he was groaning and gasping and swearing under his breath with each thrust. The motion of his hips moved the cock sleeve just enough to rub that maddening vibrating nub against Melanie’s G-spot over and over and over again. She wasn’t sure when she’d started coming, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t ever be able to stop.