Master of Smoke

cliff and rolled up onto the beach, booming and hissing to itself.
    “This is beautiful.” Eva released his hand and ran down to the water’s edge. A wave ran up over her feet, foaming and warm as bathwater. “Where the heck are we?” She cast a puzzled glance at the sun, which hovered somewhere well above the horizon. “When are we? I thought it was the middle of the night.”
    “It is, back home in Avalon. We’re halfway around the planet. Little island out in the middle of nowhere Arthur and Gwen like to use as a vacation spot.” David joined her, slipping a muscular arm around her bare waist.
    He was just as naked as she was, and she turned to enjoy the view. Golden sunlight spilled over his brawny shoulders and sculpted chest with its thatch of silky blue-black hair. His cock rose as she gazed at him, thick and rosy over fat, round balls veiled in thick curls.
    He gazed at her with the same hunger she felt, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her nipples, down to her sex, then back up to her mouth. His eyes, so pale and bright in the sun, darkened with his need.
    With a sigh of delight, she stepped into his kiss.
    David’s mouth tasted of lemons and meringue with a tingling fizz of magic. She savored the lush warmth of his mouth as he lingered, his tongue sweeping inside, tracing her lower lip, teeth closing over it to gently tug.
    He held her hands as he made slow love in slow kisses, fingers threaded through hers, warm and just slightly rough with sword calluses. They stood close enough that his cock rested against her belly, a length of urgent warmth. The erotic promise in the sensation teased a hungry growl from Fluffy. Eva ignored the bright burst of lust, too busy savoring the subtle pleasures David offered her like a gift.
    At last he drew his hands from hers and began to touch her, a drift of fingertips along the line of her jaw, the sensitive lobe of her ear, the delicate cord of her throat, the hollow of her collarbone.
    And then he went lower.
    David traced a gentle swooping path along the rise of Eva’s breast, all the way down to the tip that jutted, so deliciously eager for his attention. His fingers circled the sensitive areola, teasing out delicious sensations. His eyes never left her face, watching her with catlike intensity as he drew out her heat.
    His other hand slipped downward, tracing the muscles that quivered under the skin of her torso, lower and still lower until he found the soft nest of hair at the top of her thighs. Eva gasped as his fingers slid over the hot, juicy button of her clit, paused, then slid back again, seductive and slow.
    The cock brushing her belly was now hard and hot as hammered steel, ripe with wicked promise. Eva captured it in her fingers and began to stroke, taking her time as she thought of how he’d feel buried inside her.
    His eyes widened, blue as a gas flame, and a muscle jerked in his jaw as he fought to control his reaction to her.
    Eva remembered how he’d used his mouth on her with such maddening skill. She wanted to do the same, wanted to make him crazy with need.
    And then she wanted to make him scream her name as he came.
    Dropping to her knees, she crouched at his feet and eyed the cock she held captive in her hand. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, forcing herself to go slowly. Suckled hard in long draws, as if she was trying to suck a thick milkshake through a paper straw. He gasped and shuddered against her. “Gods and demons, Eva!” His eyes drifted closed, and he swallowed as if his mouth had gone suddenly dry.
    Eva smiled around his cock and took him deeper.

    He was weak. David shivered, feeling the wet heat of her mouth, the careful scrape of her teeth, the way her hand reached up to cup his balls. He’d had plans for this night, careful plans, and they did not include letting Eva suck him off. If anything, he intended to suck her off.
    But her mouth felt so incredibly good. Her tongue rolled back and forth over the underside of his shaft before she withdrew just a little so she could lick and nibble the sensitive head of his cock. And the sensation was so exquisite, so erotic, like the sight of her as she knelt there, her hand cuddling his balls as she licked him, her tongue dancing and lapping over the round, rosy head. She pushed his cock up until she could lick down the underside, following the big vein there.
    Gods and devils, it was sweet.
    But she doubted him. Doubted he was the same as the man she’d