Master of Smoke

her wonder if Cat was surfacing again.
    Hot fingers found her ass, caressed and stroked. Her libido woke up with a growl.
    Ha, said Fluffy. Told you.
    Then those wicked hands slid right off her butt and proceeded down her thighs. “Hey,” she told the pillow. “You’re headed the wrong way.”
    David chuckled, the sound warm and teasing.
    He kept going the wrong way right down to her feet, where he found and demolished knots the size of seed pearls between her toes. Who knew you could get knots between your toes?
    Marry him, Fluffy demanded. We can fly to Vegas and find a preacher dressed like Elvis.
    Would you shut up? You’re interrupting my toe-gasm.
    “Turn over,” he said in a baritone rumble when her toes were limp.
    I’ll get oil on the sheets.
    Fuck off, Martha Stewart, Fluffy said. This is the good part.
    Eva turned over, and he straddled her.
    Glancing down, she went cross-eyed. His cock rested on her belly, thick and massively erect, a bead of arousal glistening on the tip.
    I think I hear the dinner bell, Fluffy said. Let me at it.
    He did not, much to her disappointment, start with her tits. Instead he went to work on her shoulders and biceps and hands, until Fluffy started growling with impatience.
    Apparently he heard the impatient psychic rumble, because his next stop was her breasts. Oily fingers stroked aching nipples in tender figure eights, then squeezed and pinched slippery flesh until she squirmed. The warming oil tingled deliciously, burning just short of pain.
    If he hadn’t turned her arms into overcooked noodles, she’d have grabbed his cock to speed things along. As it was, she just didn’t have the strength.
    He massaged his way down her torso, moving to straddle her thighs as he went. His cock lay along her belly, a solid weight. She eyed it like a bird fascinated by a snake. A really big snake. “I have an idea for a new comic book movie.”
    “Mmm?”
    She sang it. “Ana-CONDA Man!”
    He grinned. “You’re good for my ego.”
    “I’d come up with a theme song, but all the blood has left my brain.”
    “Too bad.”
    “Not really.” The words spiraled into a yip as slippery fingers found her sex, skating back and forth over her outer lips. He lifted his weight off her legs and spread them until he could settle in between. “It’d have to be a porno.”
    Then he parted her and traced her clit with a slick fingertip, and she almost swallowed her tongue. Heat jolted from her groin straight to her brain stem. “Oh, God!”
    Slowly, deliberately, he traced lazy patterns over and around her button, stopping periodically to pump his fingers deep in her slick core.
    Then he’d lean close and blow a stream of cool air over her hot clit, and she’d damn near levitate off the bed.
    “David!” Eva yelped finally. “Anytime now!”
    He gave her a slow, far too innocent blink. “Anytime what?”
    Unable to take any more, she wailed, “Fuck me!”
    “Not yet.” A finger skated another set of designs around her clit. Hearts, moons—Was that a clover? Oh, God, he’s channeling Lucky Charms.
    She grabbed his shoulders. “Now!”
    “Not yet.”
    “Now!” Her voice deepened into a Fluffy growl, and her nails dug into his skin.
    He grinned. “Well, if you insist.”
    God, he moved fast. One minute he was doodling marshmallow shapes between her legs. The next he was on top of her, his cock in his hand, and then he was in her, deep and hard and thick and pumping, and she realized he was just as turned on as she was, and oh, Jesus, it was so good ...
    ELEVEN
    Eva gripped him in swollen heat, incredibly tight, hooking her feet over his butt so she could meet his rolling thrusts. A spike of raw pleasure stabbed into David’s skull, and he threw back his head, riding the surge.
    She cried out, sweet and high, and he had to watch her come. Her beautiful dark eyes looked drowned in delight as her lips parted on helpless moans, full and tempting. Her hair spilled over the bed in a tangle of gleaming curls, and her breasts bounced in time to his thrusts, lovely handfuls tipped in candy pink.
    So lovely. So brave and vulnerable.
    God, I love her. The thought hit him like a bolt to the brain. I just wish I could stay the hell away from her before I hurt her worse than Warlock. Yet even though he knew he should stay away, every time they touched, he went up in flames.
    The flash of guilt vanished in a blaze of orgasm. She screamed even as he went over, and he watched those