He had to get her to visit him in Austin.
Gabe cringed as he unsnapped the leather band at the base of his cock. It would take him an hour to come with that strap squeezing his dick closed at the base, and she really did seem to be at her limit. She shuddered as he tugged the knob free of her ass for the last time and set the gadget aside.
"Love that thing," she whispered, her voice raw.
"I'll use it again next time," he promised. "I have them in all different shapes and sizes. We'll figure out which one feels the best."
"Next time . . . I hope there are many, many next times."
He pulled out and encouraged her to roll onto her back. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to look into her eyes as he came. And he didn't want any of his devices in the way. It had to be all him this time. He carefully removed the clips from each reddened nipple. Her body went limp beneath him.
"Are you finished?" she asked, her words slurred, as if she'd had too much to drink.
He shook his head. "I haven't come yet. I need to take the suction off your clit now. It will probably bruise."
"Worth it." Her eyelids fluttered. "Totally fucking worth it."
He grinned. "You liked it?"
She made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. "Where did you get it?"
"I told you; I made it."
"Fucking genius. You need to patent it. And that ass teaser too. Dear lord, it tugs just right. Makes me want you to fuck me in the ass."
He grinned. "And you were so hesitant at the beginning. I knew you'd like it."
"I'll never doubt your judgment again."
He moved down her sweat-slick body and released the suction on the cup attached to her clit. Her body jerked, and she sucked a breath through her teeth. He lowered his head and soothed the overstimulated flesh with soft caresses of his lips. "You're going to remember this for a few days," he said. He shouldn't have kept it attached for so long.
She laughed and covered her eyes with both hands, her elbows pointing toward the ceiling. "Gabe, I have no doubt that I'll remember this for the rest of my life. You've ruined me for all other men."
"Good. I don't want other men touching you." He shifted his arm so he could stroke her red and swollen lips with his fingertips. "Kissing you." His pressed his lips to her heated flesh. "Tonguing you." He plunged his tongue inside her opening.
"Ohhh . . . "
He crawled up her body and used his hand to guide his cock into her receptive pussy. He sank deep and his balls throbbed with their need for release. "Fucking you."
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "What about holding me?"
He drew her closer. "No. No other man can hold you either. Just me."
"Just you," she whispered. Their eyes met. Locked. He began to thrust into her gently. It felt so good, but he knew it could feel even better.
"I want to fuck you raw, Mel."
She smiled and clasped the sides of his head between both hands. "I think I've already been fucked raw, Mr. Banner."
He grinned at her. "I mean without a condom. I'm clean. Are you?"
She nodded.
"Do you trust me to pull out in time?"
"You don't have to; I'm on the pill. Come inside me."
"Do you trust that I'm clean? I am, but if you're worried, I won't."
"I do trust you. You haven't lied to me yet. I want . . . to feel . . . closer."
He smiled and brushed the hair from her sweat-damp cheeks. Kissed her gently. "I'm crushing on you so hard, Melanie Anderson." In his adult life, he'd never asked a woman to have sex without a condom. Melanie was already special to him, but this, this trust, this flesh touching flesh, cemented their connection. He wanted nothing separating them.
He eased out of her body, removed the condom, and then slowly slipped inside again. He sucked a stuttering breath through his teeth. Her slick, tight heat was his own piece of heaven on earth.
He claimed her with slow, deep thrusts, delighting in each stroke. The skin along his spine began to tingle. The soles of his feet dampened. Every muscle in his body tightened. He never wanted it to end, this time with her. He never wanted it to fucking end.
There was a loud knock on the door.
"Force," Adam yelled from the hallway. "The bus is about to leave. Get your sorry ass downstairs!"
"Shit," Gabe muttered under his breath.
He lifted his head to look down at Melanie, stunned to see her lips trembling and her eyes watery. A lone tear slipped from the corner of her eye and glided down one smooth cheek. She hugged him and buried her face against his neck.
"Finish," she whispered.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "I'm not ready to let you go. I'm sorry. I knew this was coming; I just didn't expect it to hurt."