“Too much?” If I was using my finger I’d be about two knuckles deep by now. There’s less than an inch to go.

She gives her head a furious shake. “Not too much. God, Randy, I wanna come.”

“I know. I want you to come, too.” I give her a little more, and she arches her back, pushing it in the rest of the way for me. I knead her ass and stare, because Jesus, this is a million times better than any porn I’ve ever seen. It’s complete vulnerability and trust on her part.

She reaches back and skims the jeweled end with shaking fingers. Looking over her shoulder at me she asks, “Will you take a picture so I can see what it looks like?”

And I almost blow my motherfucking load right there. “Fuck, Lily, of course. Stay just like that.” I nab the Polaroid camera, which I had the good sense to leave on the nightstand. I snap a picture and toss the developing image to Lily. Then I grab the digital camera—because fuck just Polaroids for this—and take about twenty pictures. I switch to the video camera and hit record as I rub slow, gentle circles around her clit. And orgasm one hits her.

Lily comes on a seriously loud moan. The picture she’s holding crumples in her fist, and she shudders violently. When it seems like it’s mostly over, I cover her body with mine again, aware my weight will put pressure on the plug.

She mashes her face into the comforter to muffle a string of profanities. I have a feeling our sex life is about to ramp up a few notches, if this is any indication of how much experimenting Lily’s cool with.

I prop myself up on one elbow, kissing along her jawline. “Lift your head for me.”

It takes her a few seconds to comply, which is understandable since she’s still shaky from the orgasm. I hit record again as I brush stray hairs away from her face. Her eyes are glassy, her cheeks gorgeously flushed, lips parted.

“Did you come, baby?” I ask on a whisper.

She nods.

“Was it good?”

She tries to turn her head to look at me, so I encourage her to look at the camera again.

“You’re recording this?” she asks breathlessly.

“I’ll delete it when we’re done if you want me to.”

“Did you get me coming?”

This time I nod and kiss her cheek. “Do you want to see?”

She bites her lip, white teeth sinking into soft pink flesh, and nods. So I show her what it looked like from my perspective. Fifteen seconds in, she stops watching and grips my hair, seeking my mouth. She’s aggressive and needy, rubbing her ass on my cock, asking me to fuck her.

“Let me use my fingers first.” I shift to the left, kissing her neck while I finger-fuck her. She comes twice, hard and fast, and then she’s begging for my cock again. It’s so hot to see her like this: absolutely uninhibited, losing control and loving it.

She pushes up on all fours when I get into position behind her. I tap the plug, and she moans. “You want this out before I fuck you?”

“No. Leave it in.”

“You sure?” Sweet Christ, let her be sure.

“Positive.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much or it gets uncomfortable, okay?”

“’Kay.”

I run the head of my cock from her clit all the way to the little plug and back again a few times before I head to the Vagina Emporium and give her the tip.

“How’s that feel?”

“Full. Good.”

“You want me to keep going?”

“Please.”

“I’m probably not going to last very long, Lily. The view is fucking spectacular.”

“Picture, please,” she rasps.

I pick up the Polaroid again and snap one, tossing the undeveloped image to her. “Try not to ruin this one.”

She snickers, then sucks in one of those high-pitched breaths when I ease in farther. I must not be giving it to her as fast as she wants, because she rocks back until I’m all the way inside her. Now, Lily’s always been a nice, snug fit, but this is way more intense. Based on the way she’s breathing, and the nearly constant moans, I’m betting it’s the same for her.

“How’s that feel now?” I put my thumb on the jeweled base and push a little.

“Unreal.”

I go slow at first, giving her time to adjust. When her arms start to give out, I bar one of mine across her chest to keep her from face-planting into the mattress. Also, we have a great view of what’s going on in the mirror over the dresser. Lily moves my palm to rest under her chin and bites the end of my finger when I skim her lips.

“My sexy, sweet girl.” I kiss below her ear. “You look so good all filled up like this.”

I take her mouth, swallowing moans as she comes again, and it doesn’t take long before I follow her. Then I roll to the side and wrap my arms around her, tucking her in close.

After a few quiet seconds she says, “I think it’s safe to say I’m definitely into ass stuff.”

“That’s good, ’cause I’m totally into your ass.”

She traces the lily tattoo on the back of my hand. “I’m pretty sure that was the best sex ever in the history of fucking.”

I smile into her shoulder. “Totally agree.”

“Thanks for that.”

“For you? Anytime.”

We lie there for a while, sweaty and sated, until Lily says, “I need to unplug my ass and have a shower.”

“I bet that’s a sentence you never thought you’d say.”

“Before you? Not in a million years.” She moves off the bed. “You coming to help me, or am I on my own?”

“Oh, I’m coming.” I fucking love this woman so much.

***

We stay up too late and sleep in the next morning, even though it’s our last day. Lily wakes me up with a blow job, and we spend the day down at the dock—not drinking, just relaxing. Lance takes off late in the afternoon. Text messages have kept him distracted most of the day. I assume it’s Tash, getting under his skin again, but he’s tight-lipped about it, so I can’t say for sure.

The rest of us pack up after a dinner of leftovers and don’t hit the road until nearly eight. None of us wants to leave any earlier than we have to, but all the girls have to work tomorrow, so it’s time to get back to the city. Halfway home, my phone rings.

“Wanna see who that is for me?” I ask Lily.