Cricket nodded, her throat dry like the desert on the surface beneath the outpost on Mars. She couldn’t form words to verbally answer the beautiful commander.
“Yes, well, you are not scheduled to go along with him,” Commander Ashe said, the strips of her voice wavering down to something dewy and soft. “I, I understand the, the hardships distance can have on a relationship.”
Cricket met the other woman’s eyes, because beneath the crisp, rigid IGO uniform and the silver bars marking her as a senior commander, the tough as nails Ashe was a woman. “I -- is your lover gone?” Cricket whispered, meeting the shimmering eyes of the commander.
Ashe gave the slightest nod before harshly clearing her throat. With the wave of her arm, she wiped the moment away and returned to the solid senior commander. “So, it is with pleasure that I have successfully concluded the investigation into what happened to the Ganor project. My report will be forthcoming; however, I have asked Captain Reyes to assign you to The Inquiry to continue your project. The IGO Research and Development director, Alma Krom, has agreed and sent clearance papers to your email. Check it at once. I wanted to tell you in person before you left.”
“You wanted her to know it was you who pushed it through,” Darryl growled from behind her.
Commander Ashe grinned -- again this one could freeze the ice in Cricket’s body. “Yes, JC Snow, of course I did.”
With that, she shoved by him and stalked out of the quarters. Just as the doors hushed closed, she tossed icily over her shoulder, “Nice beach.”
Darryl’s stare burrowed through the spot where the commander had vanished. “I don’t trust her,” he said, almost as much to himself as to Cricket.
Cricket shrugged and quickly swept the trousers to the floor. Without waiting, she hopped back onto the foam bed and beckoned to him with air kisses.
Unable to stop himself, Darryl grinned and fell into the bed beside her, resuming their former position. Cricket’s fingers rubbed his hair and she kissed his lips. “I owe her nevertheless,” he managed to confess. “She will one day come to us to punch that ticket.”
“She is a woman, Darryl. And she misses her lover as I would no doubt miss you. We don’t owe her,” Cricket replied, hugging him tightly to her. “Though we should make sure to thank her so she won’t feel like we owe her.”
“Enough of her. I wanna thank you,” he said, sitting up and removing his outer jacket. “Properly.”
With Cricket’s laugh lighting the quarters’ shiny space, Darryl reached for her and snatched her to him with all the fervor and hunger of one man denied for too long.
And Cricket wanted to spend forever feeding her love until both were filled.
Darryl keyed in the code to lock the doors to their quarters. She sat up on the bed; the ocean crashed into the shore behind her. The heat in his eyes turned her on too. His sparked desire easily ignited her wick. The fast flicker of heat raced through her. She removed her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it carelessly on the simulated beach front. With that simmering heat in his eyes, Darryl unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his bare feet, joining his other clothes.
She licked her lips at his chest. Even the scars couldn’t distract from his overall beauty. He inched closer to her and slipped his fingers into her hair. Tightening them in her hair, he gently steered her head back and slanted his mouth across hers. She moaned in delight and touched his torso. Her fingertips skipped across his pebbled nipples.
“I love you,” he whispered, before kissing her again.
His hands felt so good in her hair. Calming and arousing all at once. Her entire being swept up with his lips. She got to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her embrace like air to breathe. He tasted like mint and Earl Grey tea.
When he broke his kiss, she croaked through her rising lust, “I love you too.”
“I’m going to show you, remember?” he said, mischievousness turning his already handsome face even more so.
“Yes,” she said with a short laugh.
He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. He swatted her ass and she lifted up. His scorching mouth blazed a trail of fire from her chest, down her torso, to her belly, and to the apex of her desire. His breath tickled her clit and she spread her legs wider to feel him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
She jumped as his hand slapped her shaved mound. Shivers of raw lust shot through her. Her nipples tightened at the next slap on her pussy and her inner muscles clutched in desperate attempts to hold onto the cock she so wanted to have inside her.
“Darryl…”A long, drawn out moan escaped her mouth. “I want you.”
He answered her by running his tongue across her love button. She closed her eyes and the sounds of the ocean splashed across her. Just as her breathing hitched, his wonderful lips tugged at her clit.
“Oh, God!” she panted.
He wouldn’t relent. His tongue flicked her already sensitive spot. The boiling knot of passion coiled inside her, building and tightening with each swipe of his tongue. Before she knew it, she bucked against his face. Her legs slid over his shoulders and around his neck. The current shooting through her made every fiber, every nerve stand on end. The pinnacle awaited and Darryl’s pressure increased.
Drenched in sweat, her fingers curved into the bed sheets. Her thighs squeezed Darryl’s face, but he increased his speed. His tongue slid down to her wet canal and he slipped his tongue into her. He proceeded to use his mouth to pleasure her, his tongue darting in and out of her well. Her hips thrust up to meet his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“Darryl!” she shrieked. She couldn’t say more. Her voice faded into moans and whimpers, panting and pleading. She wanted his cock and she wanted him now.
She opened her eyes and through half-mast slits watched as he removed her legs from his shoulders. He stood, his cock jutting out in ready need. He swiped the gleam of precum from the tip and used it to glide over his cock.
“I want you so bad,” he said, stroking his cock, his thick hand rubbing up and over that beautiful member. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she croaked, rubbing her hands over her breasts and pinching the hardened tips between her fingers and thumbs. “Oh God, yes!”
He stole her breath as he pushed all of his rigid steel into her hot well. She inhaled in deep gulps and met his slow, but demanding thrusts. She smelled the salt-stained air and the maleness of him. His groans sent her higher still. Time faded around its edges until all she heard was the new music of her lover’s pleasure, and the smash of the simulated waves. This was where she wanted to be and this was how she wanted to spend each night. Darryl filled her senses, her body, and her heart.
The tension threatened to burst and she met his rapid thrusts harder and harder. Sweat drenched, he said, “Look at me, baby.”
She opened her eyes and met his eyes.
“Come with me,” he said and his tone stripped down to the animalistic fervor of a man on the brink of losing complete control.
She couldn’t speak or trust herself to words because the pressure threatened to rend and spill all over them.
“Come on, baby,” Darryl said, pistoning his hips faster and faster until she peaked.
“Yes!” she shrieked, and the blue sky and puffy white clouds of his walls winked out and whirled. She shut her eyes as the orgasm rocked through her.
“Cricket!” Darryl muttered through clenched teeth a split second later as he reached his summit.
His hot seed erupted inside her and she locked her legs around his waist. She refused to let him go. Darryl’s head was thrown back in the throes of pleasure, his body rigid while the orgasm rode through him. Moments passed before he slumped forward, using his arms to keep from crushing her. Hair drenched, face flushed, he panted out a “love you,” before climbing onto the bed with her. He moved her legs with him, scooting her without disturbing her too much.
“Don’t you leave me,” he said, spooning against her as they faced the sunset.
“Never,” she said, and nestled closer to him. “Never.”
RaeLynn Blue
RaeLynn Blue is the author of numerous tales of erotic interracial romance and speculative romance. With an imagination that’s varied and diverse, her tales explore love in all its many shades, situations and scenarios. She fell into romance stories at the ripe age of eleven and has been writing stories ever since. A humble scribbler of tales, RaeLynn is actively writing another story of lust, love, and romance.
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