IGO: Sudden Snow by RaeLynn Blue

full mounds and he kneaded them, feeling the tips turn to pointed stones. Guiding her, he spun her around to face the screen, and pressed his stony cock between her ass cheeks. He poked at her moist entrance, impatient to be inside her. His breathing lowered until it escaped in ragged wisps.
    “Darryl,” she groaned, pushing back against his hardness, making him suck in his breath. “I’m working.”
    “I know, but I can’t help it,” he answered, the tip of his tool slipping into her tunnel. “If you want to work, don’t walk around without any clothes.”
    She spread her legs wider -- accepting his touch, and bent over, using the wall for support. Her eyes were closed and her head had been thrown back in growing arousal.
    She smiled.
    Darryl sighed. Damn, she was so fucking incredible when in the throes of desire. Instead of being concerned about his duty -- he had no idea what time it was -- all he wanted was to be nestled inside her warmth and feel her muscles clenching his shaft as she came over and over again. He loved to hear her shout his name as she gushed all over his member, and each naughty word she crooned drove his libido higher. Nothing could compare to her throaty voice begging him to take her. Nothing.
    Being with her felt so right he had to seize this chance to be happy.
    “Darryl,” Cricket bemoaned, wiggling her generous ass. “Don’t make me beg.”
    “Never,” he panted and slipped his entire length into her again. At once he quivered at the sheer heat of her tunnel. Damn, she was driving him crazy. Her muscles massaged his stony tool. Unable to tear himself away, he began to slowly slip in and out of her with a rhythm so deliciously slow.
    Cricket bit her lower lip. “Mmmmm,” she moaned.
    Unable to withstand the sweet torture, Darryl soon sped up. His cock couldn’t wait, and apparently neither could Cricket’s own desire. She stole his rhythm and pumped him harder, faster, plowing into him, her wonderful ass against his torso, making him growl in lust.
    “Cricket…” He locked his hands around her waist. “If you keep… this… up… I… I…”
    He peered down at her and she glanced over her smooth, supple shoulder with lust making her eyes smoky. She rotated her hips so deliciously deliberately his cock nearly spilled its load.
    “Yes, I know,” she said, shuddering. “Hmmm, you feel so good.”
    “Cricket,” he coughed out and tried to slow her down. “Baby, if you don’t… oh, shit…”
    She giggled and it came deep from the back of her throat. “Give it to me! All of it!” she ordered, all aspects of humor gone. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
    Darryl rolled his eyes and groaned. She took over and he let her. He couldn’t speak anything intelligible anyway. She pumped his cock mercilessly. He remembered the first time he spied her ass and how he couldn’t wait to feel it pressed against his member. Now that it was, he squeezed his eyes shut at the threatening tide of pleasure growing from his lower abdomen. He could stand it no more.
    Even though he knew he was close, the actual orgasm ripped through him, tearing the shout from his throat and out into the heated air. He descended to his knees, taking Cricket with him to the floor. Waiting for the ceiling to stop spinning, Darryl curled around Cricket’s softness. She dropped kisses along his arms and he sighed.
    The room audio crackled with static before clearing. It shocked Darryl. He leaned up on his elbows, listening intently. His heartbeat increased to a gallop.
    “Sergeant Snow, report to the ’shoe. Sergeant Snow, report to the ’shoe.”
    “That’s your call,” Cricket said warmly, unwrapping herself from him.
    The moment she left his arms, the emptiness made him growl. He wanted her back. But duty called and he reluctantly got up. He reached for the bedside shelf and slung his earpiece over his ear. He pressed the green button. Taking a deep breath, Darryl awaited the verbal lashing