A groan slipped between his lips before he could stop himself and she froze at the sound.
“Did you say something?” she asked, arm hovering in its bent V, fingers locked over the illuminated buttons.
“I -- I said, uh,” he said, nerves rattling in his belly. “I’m glad you feel better.”
She whirled around then, hands on her hips. “Feel better? I feel horrible, but I can’t let Wang get away with this. Kem Core won’t generate more money with the blood of my colleagues and friends. No.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” he said, giving her a smile he hoped hid his thoughts from her. I knew it! Yesterday was the overwrought emotions of a desperate woman playing out in flirtation. Her kiss meant nothing to her. It shouldn’t to me. Not anymore. In time I’ll be able to push this out of my life.
He blew out his frustration. Yeah, if only it had been a bout of hot horniness. But as he reached the door, he felt an arm on him.
“Going someplace so soon?” she asked, spinning him around to face her.
“You’ve got work to do.”
She reached up to him, arms locking around his neck. She smiled. He didn’t pull away. “About yesterday, I came across wrong,” she confided, her breath hot against his neck. “I’m sorry.”
His desire was easily manipulated by her body, by her voice, hell, by her. With a long look, he leaned down but stopped short of kissing her. Inches from those full pillow plush lips, he held himself back. The pressure mounted as he waited. This had to be her choice. “Understandable,” he said, reduced to answering one word at a time. His thoughts were clouded over by the roaring of his passion. He had to be sure.
“I want to thank you for being a stand-up guy,” she said, pulling him closer to her juicy, moist lips. Her eyes were brimming with want, and Darryl wrestled with his craving to touch her, to snatch her against him, throw her to the ground and have her until they could stand it no more.
She kissed him so strongly, Darryl fell into her. His hands moved down to those gorgeous plump cheeks, clutching her to him. It was heaven to feel their weight in his hands at last. Her soft moans met his ears and he caressed her butt, stoking the growing heat coiled inside him. Darryl broke the kiss and whispered to her, “Are you sure this -- I’m what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathed, and yanked him back down to her delicious mouth.
He halted her progress, staring at her as her eyes opened and locked onto his. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and stared into her eyes.
“Yes, of course,” she replied impatiently. “Kiss me. Touch me, Darryl.”
He so wanted to obey that order, but he had to be sure. “Cricket, this isn’t some ill-placed payment, or something you feel you owe me,” he explained, diligently searching her face for the truth. He had to be convinced she wanted him because she did, and for no other reason.
“It isn’t,” she purred. Her hands glided over his torso, across his corded muscles. “I want you, right now. Right here. I wanted you yesterday, hell, the very moment you came into the Collection Unit.”
Darryl’s pulse leapt at those words and he relaxed. All the hunger he’d previously held back he released. Running a finger up and down the seam of her pants that parted her beautiful cheeks into lovely halves, he quivered. She moaned. Her ample ass fit his hands so right, and the softness of her skin made his cock spring to life.
“Ah, you like that,” he whispered against her ear, allowing his finger to draw slow circles around her pants where he envisioned her sexual warmth to be. Watching her squirm against him, he added, “Yeah, you do.”
Cricket tossed her head back and pushed her pelvis forward, gyrating into him. He hoisted her up by her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist at once. He carried her over to the bed and laid her gently down onto the foam mattress. He stood up, drinking her in.
Damn, she’s so, so fantastic, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her lovely curves, flawless chocolate skin, and sexy sensuality wrenched his cock up to new rigidness. It’d been years since he’d loved a woman -- a real live one. He crashed into her, and the two of them became a tangle of arms and legs, lips and licks. Never had he ever been so impulsive. His logical and reasonable self shot out reprimands, but his body gleefully ignored them.
She rubbed her breasts through her sweater, eyes at half mast. She leveled a straight look at him and moaned, low and luscious. Beneath the sweater’s thick weaving, the tight peaks pointed at him as if saying they wanted him to come on over and nibble them.
“I know you want me,” Cricket whispered, tweaking her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. “I can see your desire.”
“And I can see yours,” he retorted.
He removed his boots and slowly untied hers before removing them as well. The boots made a thud as they crashed to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs. His hands couldn’t stop touching her, as if they had a mind of their own. She trembled in anxiousness but he didn’t want to rush this, though the exquisite ache of his cock, pulsating in its need, threatened to send him into a frenzy.
As if a gift, her scrumptious breasts were unwrapped from her sweater before him. Clad in a scarlet bra, they begged to be free of the article and in his mouth.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said, his throat thick with passion. He couldn’t help it. He rubbed his steel shaft through his uniform before leaning down to her once more.
With barely constrained hunger, he shoved the bra out of his way, impatience bleeding through. His lips pinched her nipples, making her arch toward him. He alternated between scraping them with his teeth and sucking them. Her very erect nipples made points against his tongue. She moaned so deep, so sexy, it was as if she’d stroked his cock with her voice. His cock strained against his pants, but he wanted to taste her.
“Yeah, lick me there,” she cried, her hands clasped around his head, her lower body rubbing against his thigh. “Bite my nipple, oh, yeah, yeah, like that!”
Her voice and its coating of passion were a vise around his rod. Darryl went from one marvelous globe to the other. He kissed her pointed peaks, tugging the tight tips in between his teeth. She’s so hot!
“Take this off,” Cricket ordered into his ear and jerked on his uniform.
He unzipped his uniform’s side zipper all the way down to his belly button. The low purring of his zipper matched her breathing. Standing over her, he smiled. Those warm, cinnamon eyes scanned his body, and he shuddered from the raw heat in them. Darryl pushed his uniform down to his ankles, kicked it off and threw it across the room. He snatched his undershirt over his head as well. Clothing rained down in different parts across the room.
Cricket’s hands had been busy as well. She removed her own clothes, and before he could blink there she was in the nude -- except for her socks.
“You’re a vision to behold,” he croaked, falling to his knees opposite Cricket, who was on her knees on the bed. “Sweet, baby. You are so fuckin’ hot.”
Her pussy’s incredible. Shaved, except for that single streak of dark ebony and glistening already with her desire. Wet and ready. Beautiful.
“You aren’t so bad yourself,” she said with a smile.
Her eyes trailed across his left shoulder and he stiffened. Yes, now she’d see him, the real him. For a moment, blinded by his passion, he’d forgotten about the rash of scars across his left torso. He flinched, but Cricket’s fingers traced the bumps of scarred flesh flecked across his upper torso where shards of the blast had buried themselves into his body.
I’m not perfect, Cricket. Please understand that.
“You -- we don’t have to, if you’re not into me,” he said, hardly believing the words coming from his mouth. He gestured to the scarred spray. “This can be a turn off, I understand.”
He did understand, but he wished he didn’t. He’d seen far too many women’s repulsion over his shattered body.
“So much
pain,” she whispered, her eyes watering. She lowered her lips to them, and kissed each bubbled, twisted pebble of flesh. Her tongue swirled over them, sending lust through to his member. She nipped at some of them, pulling the damaged flesh in between those soft lips, making his balls tighten and his cock quiver.
“Darryl,” she purred. “Fuck me, please.”
He didn’t ask her to repeat it.
He snatched her tight against him and slipped his fingers against her protruding clit. She moaned when he pulled it between his fingers. She reclined, managing not to dislodge his hand. He slipped into her wet core, and she bucked to meet his hand. He zipped in, out, and up to her knob of pleasure. She kneaded her breasts, turning him on even more. She twisted those yummy nipples, and she surged off the bed, shouting a jumble of words he couldn’t decipher.
“Yeah! Come for me, for you. Let it all go.” He watched her with mounting horniness. She was so incredibly sexy as she reached her precipice -- kicking, screaming, shouting his name. He increased his rhythm, focusing on her clit, giving it the attention of his thumb while his other fingers slipped into her honey pot.
“Come. Come for me. Say my name. Tell me how good it feels… Let me feel your thick cream all over my hand.”
And she did.
Chapter 8
Cricket couldn’t believe the spasms rocking through her body. She saw Darryl above her, a wicked smile etched across his handsome face. He stared at her, stroking his cock in gentle slow caresses. His heavenly body, pale and perfect despite the scarring across his left shoulder, stood out in sharp contrast to her dark brown thighs on either side of him.
“You were magnificent,” he breathed, his eyes closing at the rising rush of desire in him.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
“Do it again,” he said, clutching her waist. He yanked her down toward him.
Before she could utter a response, he parted her legs farther. He rubbed the silky tip of his cock along the edges of her vagina. “Soooo wet, sooo damn good…” he moaned into the air.
Darryl’s long cock worked slowly into her, and he groaned under his breath. The huge bulb of his shaft pushed through her, and she locked her legs around his chiseled waist. He worked his rigid rod into her moist tunnel, droplets of sweat sprouting across his face. Soft spasms shot through her.
“Mmmmm, yes, yes…”
“Like that?” he whispered as he bent down to kiss her neck. In and out, his tool smacked her G-spot with explosive pants. She answered every thrust with pleasurable sighs.
“Yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into his chest, scraping his stiff nipples. “Yes!”
“Good, ’cause I’ve got more,” he growled and shoved in hard, stealing her words. He latched his lips over hers, drowning her cry. Using his tongue, he roamed her mouth with the same urgency as he plunged into her core again and again.
They kissed forever. He leaned upward onto his knees and dug into the mattress. His driving force increased, much to Cricket’s delight. Darryl’s balls banged against her ass, and that too stirred up her fire. Her clit tingled and burned as his pelvis rotated against her; the pressure on her clit sent her flying. The whirling of her approaching release thrilled her and Darryl slammed into her with such rapidity she knew he was closing in on his own orgasm.
Feeling his cock pulsating inside her only served to turn her on further. She reached down and stroked her hardened clit, relishing the rush of the orgasm ripping through her and smiling as it transferred to him.
“Damn, damn, double damn,” he gasped. The smacks of their bodies coming together drowned out his horny-hoarse voice. “I’m going to come! You feel so good! Ah! Oh! Shit! Yeah!”
“Do it,” she breathed. “Give it to me.”
The slaps resounded inside the tiny cabin, and Cricket squeezed her eyes tightly shut, overwhelmed by the sensations washing over her.
“Oooooh!” she shouted, her body shooting off the bed to meet his and freezing as the wave of orgasm drowned her in its emotional vat. Her body no longer hers, she became a shower of stars.
Darryl raggedly cried, “That’s my girl… Oh!”
His body went rigid as Cricket felt the spurting spasms of his orgasm spill through her inner core, turning her to jelly. Finally he collapsed onto her.
“Wow,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. Their slick, sweaty bodies meshed together on the bed. She faced him, and his head rested against her heart, one of her nipples pressed against his lips. He lapped it occasionally. The triangle between her legs throbbed in response to each swipe of Darryl’s fabulous tongue. She ran her fingers across his buzzed hair and she kissed his ear.
Darryl planted a light kiss against her navel. “This is a fabulous navel,” Darryl said, breaking the quiet. “Deep and delicious. It’s like its own core.”
She smiled as she looked up at the ceiling -- it continued to wheel in circles above her. His tongue pierced her belly button, and slid out and in as if he were making love to it. Her body reacted at once, surging upward in desire. She breathed out and sighed in pleasure.
“How soon can we do that again?” he asked, his hand drifting over her lower abdomen before parting her slick, passion-puffed lips. “Damn it, Cricket, you turn me on. I want to be inside you.”
Stiff and growing, his shaft pressed into her thigh. It seemed to stretch in the direction of her smoldering fires. Thank goodness she had taken her annual birth control shot.
“I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” he said, sitting up, taking his somewhat limp tool into his hand. “I could stay buried inside of your wet warmth forever.”
Oh, wow. He’s getting hard again. I’m going to need a pain reliever shot after this.
“You’re so gorgeous and sexy. Just watching you lying there makes me want to dive into you again,” he said, parting her legs, eyes smoky with lust. “I want you to come again for me.”
He bent down between her opened thighs and pressed his lips to her. With a slow lick, he swiped his tongue across her slick clit, making her lift her hips to his mouth, as if offering him a tasty treat. With those strong hands, he scooped them under her thighs, locked them over her and held her to the foam mattress. He nuzzled her, his nose bumping her clit as his mouth sampled the opening of her core.
“Darryl,” she breathed, guiding his head deeper, closer to her clit. “Oh, Saturn!”
“Yeah, baby,” Darryl whispered, breath hot as it brushed against her clit. He blew across her sizzling knob, sending fervent sensations across her body.
He dove into her again, slipping his finger into her tunnel as he sucked her love button. His fingers worked into her with such fervor, the way his soft lips locked over her clit was so fierce, the orgasm caught her completely off guard, quietly but violently exploding across her. She shook against his hands.
Tears gathered in her eyes and spilled over. She was so overwrought and rocked by the multiple orgasms ricocheting through her she could only weep. She never thought sex could be better with a man than one of her simulation programs, but here it was.
Darryl’s head shot up as he heard her sob. “Cricket?” he asked, licking his lips. He sat up, frowning. “What’s the matter?” He lay beside her and pulled her tight to him. “Did I hurt you?”
She couldn’t answer. So sweet. He was so kind and concerned and, and wonderful.
“I can feel your heart banging under my hand, Cricket. What’s the matter?”
“I’m scared,” she uttered through a hiccup.
“Of me?” he asked, surprise making his voice rise. “I wouldn’t hurt you. Ever.”
“No, not of you,” she said, smiling. “You make me feel incredible and sexy. I, I’ve never been with anyone who did those things. It’s a little scary.”
“Yes, it is,” he agreed with a laugh. The heat in his voice rose. He tilted her face up to him. “You’re truly sexy, both inside and outside.”
She heard the relief in his voice -- and the lust. He too
k her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and he trembled. A hiss slipped between his teeth. She ran her hand up the veined tool and touched the tip where already a droplet of masculine dew clung for mercy.
“Take me in your hot mouth. I want to feel those fantastic lips on me. Please, Cricket.”
She did, tasting his salty musk on her tongue. Motionless, Darryl seemed to hold his breath when she took as much of his huge member as she could into her mouth, loving the taste of him. The groan tore from Darryl’s throat. He shoved his hands into her hair and pleaded for her to make him release his passion. She stared up at his face and saw it twisted in pleasurable torment. “Ah, yes! Just like that! Damn, Cricket!”
She smiled around the mushroom tip of his cock.
His eyes glistened in steamy lust. “Make me yours,” he demanded.
There was nothing else she’d rather do. Smiling up at his face, she wrapped her lips slowly around his purpling cock, tasting his salty seed on her tongue. He groaned and ran his fingers into her hair.
“Damn, that’s good.”
Encouraged by his moans, she rubbed his ass and raked her nails across his pale globes. Palming his balls, she watched the twisted pleasure flashing across his face. She wet a finger and glided it along the path between his balls and his anus, making his body tense.
She managed to hold his cock between her lips and she slowly sunk lower, and lower, taking as much of him as she could. He grunted from her efforts and raised his hips, moaning.
She took him in again and again, enjoying the taste of him. The ecstasy slipping from between his lips fueled her own fire and forced her pace to increase. She released his member and cupped his balls, slid her lips down his shaft, to her fingers and over his testicles. He shivered as she made her way back up to its bulbous tip, where she reclaimed his shaft and bobbed up and down on it.
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