Trust Me (One Night with Sole Regret 11)

“I’m not sure I’m prepared to climb on board,” she said.

“Oh.” His shoulders sank as she knocked the wind out of his sails.

“I don’t mean never. I just mean . . .”

He took her by the hand and led her to a big black case sitting in the corner. “At least come see the attachments.”

He knelt and opened the case, and she dropped to her knees beside him for a closer look.

“These are skins,” he said. “They fit over the dong.”

She giggled at his use of the word dong, but had to admit the skins were fascinating. They were all made out of the same surprisingly supple grayish material that was shaped to fit over the phallus and stretch to accommodate the lady’s size preference. The surfaces varied from smooth to lightly textured to bumpy to having various tickly-looking strands at the tip. There were skins with ridges, knobby projections, and rows of bumps along one side or the other.

“Why so many different textures?” She’d already picked out one that looked like it would rub her front wall in just the right spot, but she wasn’t about to tell Gabe that. Not yet.

Gabe grinned at her. “Every pussy is different. What feels good to one woman might hurt another. Do you think the gray color is a turn-off? I could add pigments to the polymer to make the skins more interesting or create various flesh tones or . . .”

“I don’t think the color matters. I always wondered why vibrators were purple and red. Like that’s hot in any way.”

“Must be a reason,” he said. “I’m sure there are people whose job is to determine which color is most likely to increase dildo sales.”

Melanie giggled, wondering what such an employee’s resume looked like, but knew Gabe was right. That was totally someone’s job.

“So gray is okay?”

“Let’s slide a skin on and see how it looks.” She nonchalantly handed him the skin she most wanted to try out.

He kissed her under her ear. “That one’s going to make you squirt.”

Exactly. She loved how this man understood her anatomy and how he was unashamed to take the time and ask the questions required to figure out what gave her the most pleasure. So many men just went at it, hoping by some miracle that they were doing it right, and if not, oh well, must be something wrong with the woman.

He helped her rise and used the remote to decrease the length and girth of the phallus before showing her how to stretch the skin over it and snap the dildo’s wide square base securely into place in what she could only describe as the saddle.

“The gray looks good with the black leather surrounding it.” And staring at that now-small phallus with that big bump on the top—that she could get in exactly the right spot by altering the size and girth of the shaft—had her pressing her thighs together to calm her irrefutable excitement.

Gabe pushed on a spot behind the phallus, and a smaller, more slender dildo shifted into position behind the first.

“Optional anal stimulation,” he said before uncovering a ridge in front of the main phallus. “And clit vibration. What do you think about adding suction?”

Her breath stalled in her throat. “Yaaaassss,” she said as she forced the breath out. “That clit-sucky thing you made . . .” She produced a full body shudder. “Dear lord, every woman needs that thing in her life.”

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms, her breasts pressed firmly into his hard chest. Which reminded her of another gadget he’d invented that had rocked her world.

“What about those buzzy nipple clamps?” she asked. “Could those be an attachment?”

“Already are,” he murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt and caressing the bare skin of her lower back with both hands. “So what do you say? Are you brave enough to take it for a ride?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” she said, yanking her shirt off over her head.

He pulled her back into his arms, cupping her bottom in a strong grip and kissing her senseless. “I love you more with each passing second,” he said when he finally drew away.

“I know the feeling,” she said, breathless and giddy and more than a little anxious to climb aboard his . . . “What do you call this thing, anyway?”

“Haven’t named it yet.” He scowled in concentration. “How about the Pleasure Pump?”

Melanie winced and shook her head. “So not sexy. You can do better.”

“Maybe inspiration for a name will strike me while I watch you get off on it.”

She grinned. He seemed as excited to start her maiden voyage as she was. His fingers moved to unfasten her jeans, and he kissed her deeply while he slipped her pants and panties down her thighs as far as he could reach. She moaned a protest when he broke the kiss, but groaned in pleasure as his lips began to journey down her neck, along her collarbone and down her chest so that he could push her clothing lower. Her jeans were at her knees when he latched on to one nipple, sucking so hard through the lacy fabric of her bra that she had to cling to his shoulders to keep her balance.

He helped her out of her pants and slid one strong hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of touching the parts of her so molten with desire for him that she was in danger of catching fire.

“Gabe,” she murmured, her thighs trembling with need. “Please.”

“I have some lube,” he said. “Or we can do this the old-fashioned way.”

“What’s the old-fashioned way?”

He dropped to his knees and scooted closer. “Allow me to show you,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eye. He looped one of her legs over his shoulder, grabbed her ass and pulled her already throbbing pussy to his mouth.

“Ah yes, I definitely prefer this. Guess I’m an old-fashioned kind of girl,” she said, her hands holding on to his head, fingers tangled in the long silky strands of his strip of hair.

His soft laugh teased her sensitive and already slick skin before his tongue and mouth went to work on her clit. The way he roughly massaged her ass cheeks was equally responsible for getting her juices flowing. Her head dropped back as she lost herself to the feel of his mouth and fingers, all tugging at her in ways that quickly increased her excitement. He released her ass with one hand and slipped two fingers inside her. She cried out and then gasped in surprise when he pulled them out and moved them to her ass. Oh yes, this was far better than lubing up with an artificial product. When he decided she was wet enough—was the ocean wet enough?—he eased her back to standing on her own—an incredible feat on her wobbly legs—and then showed her where to put her foot to mount his invention.

He became weirdly businesslike as he positioned the pathetically small and slightly flaccid dildo inside her. She was so turned on that it actually felt good, and she rocked against it impatiently, wishing it were larger, harder, and pistoning into her like she’d seen in Gabe’s earlier demonstration. Next, he fastened a bunch of straps to hold her legs in position, which shifted her clit against that intriguing ridge he’d showed her.

“Hold here,” he instructed, pointing out two handle grips on either side of the saddle-shaped center of the device.

She complied, her anticipation building with each added component. The straps around her thighs were incredibly sexy for some reason.

“Anal stimulation?” he asked, as if he were asking if she wanted ketchup with her fries.

“Do you really need to ask?”

She squeaked when he messed with something behind her, and then he abruptly walked away. She turned her head to watch him remove several somethings from the case of skins.

“What kind of shape do you want?”

She laughed. “For my butt?”

“I don’t have as many varieties yet. I’ve been focusing mostly on vaginal stimulation, but I know you like a little tickle in the rear.”

“You pick,” she said, not sure if she was

flushing with embarrassment or excitement. “Just hurry.”

He returned and without showing her what he decided on, he attached it with an audible snap and then shifted her slightly. Something pressed against her rear entrance but didn’t penetrate her.

“Do you want the nipples clamps too?” he asked.

Jeez, she’d be ready for the nursing home by the time he got her hooked up to the thing.

“I’m all in,” she said.

He bit his lip. “I think that might be a bit much to start you with. Maybe next time.”

He was probably right, but she couldn’t help but be disappointed.

He stepped back and looked her over, adjusting a strap here, tightening a rope there, until he seemed satisfied. Melanie decided she was either in for the ride of her life or would soon be having the most embarrassing trip to the emergency room in the history of sexual deviants. But she didn’t have time to worry because Gabe