Master of Smoke

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    David reached behind her to unfasten her bra, sent it flying after the tee and bent her backward, arching her breasts so her nipples jutted at the ceiling. His teeth and tongue and hot, wet mouth played loving court to them as she curled her nails into the silk of his hair, eyes closed in delight. Almost lazily, she rolled her butt downward, teasing his cock through two layers of denim.
    With a growl of impatience, David picked her up and stood, in a display of strength that had her eyes popping wide. He turned and put her down on the couch, then reached for her zipper. It hissed downward in his impatient fingers, and they both went to work dragging off her clothes. It didn’t take them long to get her naked.
    He took even less time.
    Eva caught her breath, dazzled as always by the stark, carved beauty of his body, muscle sliding under tanned skin, shoulders mantled in the gleaming length of his black hair. His eyes blazed down at her. She reached up for him ...
    He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, dropping her belly-down across the arm of the couch. Her palms thumped into the carpeted floor as she started to push back up. “Hey—”
    Before she could get the rest of the protest out of her mouth, he pulled her legs apart and buried his face between them. She yowled in delighted shock as his tongue stroked the length of her sex. “David!”
    “What?” He gripped her hips and parted her labia with his thumbs.
    Hanging head-down, hands braced on the floor, she made a sound midway between a giggle and a growl. “I was planning to participate.”
    “Unless I’m very much mistaken”—lick—“you are participating.”
    She squirmed as he zeroed in on her clit and started swirling figure eights of heat around it. “I mean I was planning to do fun things to you, too.”
    “I have other plans.” He slipped two fingers into her pussy and gave her a couple of slow pumps.
    “I—ah!—gathered that.”
    “You’re quick, you are.” Slipping a hand between her legs, he found her wet clit and began strumming it as he licked her up and down like a particularly juicy peach.
    Her eyes rolled back. “I’m going to come if you keep that up!”
    “I was hoping you would.” He licked again, very slowly, before stopping suddenly. “Unless you’d rather not ...”
    She dug her nails into the carpet. “You want to die?”
    “Not particularly.” He slid a finger into her sex again, pumped. “Though I can certainly think of worse ways to go.”

    David contemplated the round perfection of Eva’s bottom with lusty appreciation. Her sex was slick and hot and deliciously tight around his index finger, and he licked his lips, imagining how she’d feel gripping his cock.
    Impatience sizzled through him, but he controlled it. He wanted to make this good for her.
    No, he wanted to drive her insane.
    He wanted to make sure she never forgot him. No matter what happened. No matter who—or what—he became.
    Dipping his head again, he parted her and went back to pleasuring her with long, teasing strokes that circled and flicked her clit. She tasted musky and slightly astringent, yet so delightfully sweet with eager arousal. He loved the smell of her, the feel of her satin ass under his fingers, the long, strong legs tensing under the weight of his body. She wiggled against him, and he grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself.
    He found he liked her helplessness. He liked being in charge.
    For once.
    David’s lips peeled off his teeth at the reminder of just how little he otherwise controlled. He reared off her, grabbed his cock, and aimed it at her deliciously creamy opening. And shoved all the way home in one ruthless stroke.
    Eva threw her head up with a cry.
    He froze, his heart in his mouth. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No! No, God, please—more!”
    Well, that certainly sounded sincere. He forgot his qualms and pulled out, loving the silken heat of her grip clamped around his cock. Gods, it was sweet.
    He leaned into her ass, holding her pinned as he began to grind, slow and hard, in and out. Watching her toss her beautiful dark curls, gasping and moaning in helpless delight.
    Oh, yes. He liked this.

    Eva braced her hands on the floor and arched back to meet his pounding thrusts. She felt dizzy from the searing pleasure of his width and length reaching so deep inside her. Her climax boiled like a storm ready to break.
    David shoved all the way in, right to the root, almost too deep, and stiffened with a