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now-bared crease of his hip, then followed the same line with her nose. Smelling, rutting. The sophisticated, masculine scent of him was strong there, overwhelming her and sharpening her lust. His skin was shivering with desire.
    After rolling a condom onto him, Suzy went down until she was deep-throating. The fact that Daniel wasn’t hard all the way was helping a little, but she didn’t take that as any excuse to do a half-hearted job at it. She wrapped her mouth as hot and tight around him as she could, flexing her throat in small, fluttering swallows about the head.
    She felt so turned on that it seemed entirely possible she could come without being touched at all. Her clit was throbbing, so much that Suzy had to slip one of her hands down between her legs and into the heated dampness, rubbing hard enough to make herself buck up against her fingers and moan around Daniel’s cock. The vibration of her throat made him gasp, his fingertips tightening where they were wound loosely into her hair, resting against her scalp. The pull of it was a tiny extra layer of perfect, unbearably good sensation assaulting Suzy’s already overloaded nerves. Every suck, every lick she made against his penis just heightened her own arousal. She was drooling down her chin, the condom slippery with it in her mouth, and the moans kept spilling out of her unbidden.
    She held his thighs steady with one of her forearms, her other hand playing with his balls and moving back to stroke the skin just behind. Daniel was gripping the edge of the bedspread, white-knuckled, so she pulled back and let his cock slip from her lips, looking up into his dilated eyes.
    Daniel slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her, flipping her up onto the bed and straddling her in one smooth motion. Before she could even reorientate herself to her new position, her body arched and everything jolted for a moment at the sensation of two manicured fingers fucking into her. The crook of his knuckles brushed his fingertips against her G-spot, and Suzy had to bite her lip so hard to keep from screaming that it seemed a surprise she didn’t taste blood.
    When Daniel withdrew his fingers she whimpered and clutched at him, aching at the loss of sensation, but he shushed her gently and repositioned himself on top of her body, driving forward with graceful ease, entering her languidly.
    Her toes curled, every part of her spasming as she tried to cope with the slow, indolent pace of his pleasure. Suzy had never had anything like the range of sensations she’d felt with Daniel, the rollercoaster of desire that took her everywhere from the frenzy of rutting against a wall on a deserted street to this terrifyingly intense, drawn-out lovemaking, all in the space of a single evening.
    It frightened her. It frightened her, and it felt so, so good.
    It was an eternity before they stopped, but eventually exhaustion won out over sensation and they settled down to sleep. Daniel’s fingertips traced light, soothing patterns over the still-heated skin of her belly. It felt to Suzy like their idle touch, the brush of his fingerprints, was a faint echo of the happy, nervous fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t felt like this since she was a kid in high school, falling into hopeless puppy-love crushes on the moody boys who did drama and photography.
    ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ Daniel asked her. Suzy blinked in surprise. She’d never have expected it of him, not when everything else about him was so neat and clean and sensible, and yet at the same time it fitted perfectly. So much of his allure came from the way that he seemed to come from some older, out-of-production model of masculinity, a design dating back to some earlier era. Of course a man like that would have a cigarette from time to time.
    ‘That’s fine,’ she assured him, only to be surprised for a second time when, instead of a cigarette case, Daniel pulled out a small pouch of tobacco and a pipe. Suzy