Apparently her willingness to participate excited him. He had her shirt halfway off before they made it into the suite and all the way off by the time the door shut behind them. Her bra followed.

He cupped her breasts. “You have the perfect nipples for this,” he said.

“For what?”

“I’ll show you.”

He shifted behind her and drew her back up against his belly, massaging her breasts and suckling the side of her neck as he slowly walked her toward the bed. His hands moved to her belt. He had her naked and sprawled across the mattress in less than a minute. He paused to stare down at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

She smiled at him. “You make me feel beautiful.”

Gabe watched her for a long moment. “I think we’ll try two things at once. I want you screaming my name. You’ll never have to fake an orgasm with me.”

He was practically grunting like a cave man.

She grinned up at him. “Is that some sort of macho vendetta against my girlie bits?”

“Damn straight.”

He opened his suitcase and rummaged around until he found two packages securely wrapped in thick canvas. He laid them on the bed beside her and unwrapped the first. Three thin chains formed a Y-shape. Each end of the chain had strange-looking clips attached—one clip was larger than the other two and had some sort of suction cup affixed to it. Melanie lifted her head to get a better look, but couldn’t even guess what the contraption was for.

“This is why you have perfect nipples,” he said. “Exactly the nipples I had in mind when I dreamed this up.”

“What is it?”

He didn’t answer her. Still fully clothed, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled her thighs. He cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs until they pebbled under his attention. He fastened one clip to her left nipple and the other to her right.

Her back arched off the bed. “Oh!”

“Are they tingling?” He tugged the chain.

“Aching.”

“Must not have a good connection.” He removed one of the clips and wet her swollen nipple with his tongue. She held the back of his head to keep him from moving away. While the clip on her nipple was stimulating, it in no way compared to the warm, wet pleasure his mouth gave her. He pulled back and returned the clip to her wet nipple. A delightful tingle swept through her flesh.

“Wow!”

“It’s working?”

“It feels sort of like when you stick your tongue on a nine-volt battery.”

“Do you like it?”

It felt different from anything she’d ever experienced. “I think so.”

He went to work on wetting her other nipple, tilting his head so he could hold her gaze as his tongue flicked against her sensitive skin. When he had both clips in place, they released rhythmic pulses to both breasts. He tugged the chain between them, and Melanie’s womb tightened.

“Gabe! I think I’m almost there.”

“I don’t even have it all the way on yet,” he said. “Try to hold back.”

She’d never had a man tell her not to come. She tightened all the muscles between her legs, longing for something inside her to alleviate the throbbing ache, and clung to the covers in torment. She tried focusing on the top of Gabe head instead of the maddeningly pleasure flowing through her body, but it was no use. “Oh God,” she cried.

He released the chain from his grip, allowing it to rest between her breasts. He stretched out the final chain, which was attached to the middle of the one connected to her nipples, so that it lay down the center of her belly.

“Hold really still, baby. I’ve got to get this just right.”

His head disappeared between her thighs. His mouth found her clit and began to suck until there was no way even a tranquilizer would keep her still. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his face. He lifted his head and pressed something over her clit. It tightened, gripping her excited flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut, the erotic look of him working between her thighs more than she could endure. He adjusted his contraption until it was held in place. It pulled a bit, as if the only thing keeping it attached was suction. Gabe then used his finger to move it around. Oh fuck, what was he trying to do to her? Drive her insane? Melanie bit her lip to keep from screaming in blissful torment.

“Does it have a good seal?” he asked. “I don’t want it to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she assured him breathlessly.

He shifted over her to kiss her sweat-moistened belly worshipfully, tracing the chain resting against her stomach with his nose.

“When I first saw your belly chain, I immediately thought of how this invention would look against your skin. I knew you’d do it justice. I’ll get the vibration going in a minute.”

“Vibration?” Holy Hell, he was trying to drive her insane.

He grabbed the chain that was resting against her belly and gave it a firm tug. It pulled on both nipples and her clit simultaneously. Her breath caught as ripples of ecstasy radiated through her pussy in teasing spasms.

“I think it’ll hold. Wait for me, baby. I have to get myself ready now.”

Get himself ready? She had no idea what he meant. He reached for the second, smaller package but hid its contents from view. He offered her a crooked grin and her heart rate kicked up another notch, ready for whatever else he had in store for her. “Hurry, Gabe,” she whispered. “Please.”

He climbed from the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head. She drank in the sight of his well-formed muscles contracting beneath his skin as he unfastened his jeans and removed the rest of his clothes. Her hand trailed to her belly to toy with the chain. If she pulled it just a bit, the pleasure intensified, making her breasts ache and muscles deep inside twitch uncontrollably. She couldn’t imagine how amazing Gabe’s invention would feel if it actually vibrated.

Admiring the ink on Gabe’s hip, which now aroused her instead of frightening her, she watched him wrap a thin leather cuff around the base of his cock and snap it in place. He stroked himself until his cock was thick and erect. She longed to trace the torturous veins beneath its smooth skin with her tongue. To feel the swollen head rubbing against her inner walls and his tight balls bumping against her twitching ass as he fucked her deep. Deep and hard. She wanted dig her nails into his back, her heels into his ass, and take it as good as he was willing to give it. She groaned at her own thoughts, praying he hurried. She couldn’t wait much longer. She feared she’d implode if he didn’t fill her soon.

The raspy hitch of his breathing as he stroked himself had her dripping wet in an instant. She rhythmically tugged the chain in time with his hand as he rubbed his length. God, watching him make himself hard for her was such a turn-on. Everything. Everything about him was a turn-on.

He applied a condom and then attached a slender rod to the top of his modified leather cock ring. The attachment was several inches long, had a small knob on the end, and ran parallel to and a few inches above his cock. The small attachment appeared to be made of highly polished wood. She couldn’t begin to guess what the hell it was for. Did it interact with the contraption on her clit? While she let her imagination run wild, Gabe crawled up on the end of the bed with something hidden in his hand that he wouldn’t let her see. His intense gaze sent a trickle of apprehension down her spine. She’d never seen him look so serious. So determined.

He rolled her onto her belly and then lifted her up onto her knees. Before she could let him know that doggy style was not her favorite position, he entered her several inches.

She whimpered.

“I just need to adjust this, baby. Hold still for me.”

She felt the rod he’d attached to his cock ring press against her ass, and then something cold squirted against that bit of virginal territory. With the exception of his finger the night before, she’d never had anything in her back door. He rubbed the slippery substance over her tense opening, using his fingers to work it inside. Lube. If he rammed his enormous cock in her ass, it would probably kill her.