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“It’s simple, Jim,” she said, reaching out for his hand and pulling him back toward her. She leaned across the table between them until their faces were almost touching. “It’s a yes or no question.”
 
Yes.”


Naomi let out a soft exhale, her breath tickling Holden’s cheek. She tugged him out of the booth but dropped his hand as soon as they were standing. She led the way to the nearest elevator, turning her head slightly back to make sure he was following; he was barely a step behind her. They reached the elevator doors, she pressed the call button, and they stood so close together she was sure they would spark a fire.

Ding. The elevator doors slid open, their first chance for a moment of privacy, dashed by a full passenger car. Naomi and Holden squeezed in among the Tycho employees and other visitors. Holden carved out a space for her; she stood in front of him, her back to him. It’d been a while since they had had a reason to be dressed in anything other than the coveralls on the Roci. Holden didn’t get a chance to admire Naomi in the club, but now his eyes drank up Naomi’s bare arms and exposed back, trailed down her spine almost to her tail bone.

The elevator was moving so slowly it felt like it was traveling back in time. Stopping at almost every floor but not emptying out of passengers. Ding. A passenger rushed forward from the back crashing into him and almost knocking Naomi over. Holden reached out and grabbed her by the hip, pulling her flush to his chest. A small gasp escaped her lips.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said.

Pressed against Holden she could feel his sturdy Earther frame. His warm breath against her neck. His thumb rubbing small circles on her bare back. The warmth radiating out from between her thighs was delicious.

Ding. They had made it to her floor. She stepped out of the elevator, breaking their connection and forced herself to walk calmly to her door. She passed her comm across the reader and the lock disengaged. She crossed the threshold, silenced her comm, tossed it onto the nearest flat surface, and waited for the door close behind Holden.

Thunk.

She turned to face him. He was waiting patiently by the door, too much of a gentleman to make a move. Naomi had waited four years for him and she wasn’t going to wait any longer. Their time on Eros had taught her that waiting could be just as dangerous as moving too fast. She rushed forward and grabbed Holden by his jacket. Pushed him against the door and brought her lips millimeters away from his lips. She was going to memorize every piece of him tonight. 

Naomi traced Holden’s lips with her tongue, caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a little tug. She started to pull away but then she felt him raise his hands to capture her head, to keep her near. He turned them around and pressed his lips against hers, pressed his body against hers, trapping her against the door. She started peeling Holden’s jacket off as they explored each other’s mouths.

She broke off their kiss. “How much longer are you going to make me wait?” She leaned in, kissed his neck, and could feel his pulse pounding against her lips. 

Holden felt like his entire body was vibrating. He pulled her deeper into the room, almost tripping over his discarded jacket. Naomi’s hands had slipped under his shirt and her fingers were tracing every curve, dip, and scar on his torso. He fumbled with one hand trying to find the wall. It was too dark in the room and he wanted to see every inch of her.

“Where’s the damn switch?” he grumbled. Like magic the lights in the room came on low. “Is this good?”

“Undress for me. Please…”

Naomi took Holden’s hand and guided it to the small of her back. Her fingers entwined with his, she found the zipper pull and slid their hands down her ass. The delicate straps of jumpsuit fell off her shoulders. The only thing keeping her clothes up were their bodies pressed together. She took a step back, further away from Holden but closer to the bed. Her jumpsuit dropped revealing her round, full breasts. The fabric caught at the flare of her hips. She gave a little shimmy and she was naked, glowing in the low light.

“You’re beautiful,” Holden gasped.

“Come here.” Naomi demanded.

As Holden rushed forwarded, Naomi reached out and grabbed his shirt. Her fingers curled around the hem and pulled it up over his head in one motion. He pushed her back towards the bed, her calves hitting the edge, she let her tumble down. Holden climbed onto the bed next to her. She slipped her fingers into his hair, down his neck, across his broad shoulders. He was still too far away, she wanted to feel the weight of him on top of her, drowning her. She pressed her lips against his ear, “You won’t break me, Earther,” and bit down on his ear lobe.

Holden let out a deep groan. He slipped his leg between hers. The rough fabric of his pants rubbing against Naomi’s folds, sending little jolts through her. She bucked against thigh. He leaned down over her and kissed her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone. His hands found her breasts, his fingers grazed over her taut nipples, pinched them, ran his short nails against them. He kissed her sternum. He flicked his eyes up towards her, Naomi’s lips were parted in a small ‘o’, their eyes met. Holden held her stare as he moved closer to her left nipple, he wrapped his lips around it, and swirled his tongue against it. He sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth and gave it a playful bite. Naomi threw her head back and moaned. 

He released her left nipple from his mouth and made his way over to the other. A self-satisfied smile crossed his lips. He gave her right nipple the same treatment; kiss, swirl, suck, bite. Holden was rewarded with another moan and Naomi ground her pussy against his thigh. His hands trailed down her sides, feeling her ribs, the concave curl of her waist, the flare of her hips. His lips followed his hands, randomly kissing and nipping at her torso until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

He’d traveled so far down her body that he’d slid off the bed and was kneeling in front of her. He straightened his back, briefly pulling away from her. The cool air in the room hitting the perspiration on them and giving them goosebumps.

“Where do you think you’re going, Jim?”

“Nowhere.” Holden placed his hands on Naomi’s long, long legs. He looked at her, his eyes asking, Please? Naomi’s legs fell open, her scent filled the air, it was so sexy and delicate, and it caused fireworks to burst in Holden’s brain. He kissed her knee and let his tongue travel down her leg to just before her pussy. He licked at the skin that met were her leg joined her hip.

Gasping for breath, Naomi called out to him, “Jim…” 

“Hmm?”

“Why did you stop?”

“What do you mean?” smiling against her thigh. “What do you want me to do, Naomi?” He sucked a bit of her thigh into his mouth and pressed his teeth against her skin.

“Oh god, Jim! I want your lips on me, your tongue on me.”

Holden let go of Naomi’s skin with a little pop. He moved his lips millimeters over and hovered over her pussy. His right hand slipped between them, his index finger gently trailed down her lips. She was so wet that he slipped through her outer lips, her inner lips, and was on the edge of pressing into her. Naomi bucked her hips. His finger was deep within her now and his lips were pressed against her pussy. He slipped his tongue between her folds, found her clit, and went to work. Criss-crossing, zig-zagging, quick flicks, and long, slow licks. He entered her with his middle finger and curled his fingers against top wall of her pussy. He thrummed his fingers against her. He could feel little spasms sucking against his fingers. He couldn’t wait any longer. How had he waited this long? He’d missed out on four years of this. He was an idiot.

Holden started struggling with his free hand to undo his belt and fly. He started to pull his mouth and fingers away from Naomi. Her legs wrapped tighter around his shoulders, she tugged on his hair. “Naomi, let go.  I want to be inside you,” he groaned against her pussy.

Naomi let out what could best be described as a growl. She released her grip on Holden and mourned the feeling of his mouth leaving her skin. He pulled his fingers from her and tore at his pants. Naomi sat up and shooed his hands away. She pulled the belt strap through the loop, unhooked the prong, and the strap came free from the buckle. She undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and his pants fell from his trim hips. 

His cock was outlined against his boxer briefs. She bit down on her lower lip. She had done this to him. He was hard for her, for her breasts, her skin, her taste. She leaned forward and kissed his cock. The heat of her lips burning through the thin fabric. “Naomi…” he pleaded. She tugged down his briefs and admired him. She wanted to taste him but not as much as she wanted to fuck him. Next time.

“What do you want, Jim?”

He pushed her gently. She let herself fall back against the bed. Holden hooked his hands under her knees, spreading her legs for him. He knelt on the bed, grabbed her hips, and tilted them slightly up. Naomi reached between them and took his cock in her hand. She guided him to her pussy lips, she rubbed his head against her, coating him in her wetness. When she couldn’t breath anymore she placed him at her entrance.

Holden placed his hand on top of Naomi’s. Together they felt the first time he pressed through her pussy lips. Felt the first time she swallowed him whole. Felt the first time he was completely in her. Naomi tilted her head back. Neck exposed. Eyes closed. Back arched. He didn’t move, he couldn’t, he wanted this image to burn itself into his mind. But Naomi was gently rolling her hips against his. He squeezed her hips just a little tighter, let his hips rest heavier against her hips, pinning her down just a little, just to slow her down, just to make this last a little longer.

“Nooo…” she grunted through clenched teeth.

“Am I hurting you?” he said, panic in his eyes.

“I’m so close. I’m so damn close,” she panted.

“Nnngh. Me too,” he whispered.

He could feel Naomi’s little spasms growing to a peak around his cock. He leaned down over her, covering her body with his, and slid his arms under her back. He cupped her shoulders in his hands and inched his way out of her. The friction sent shivers down his spine. He slid back into her, bottoming out, and ground his pubic bone against her clit. She was trembling beneath him. Holden sucked in some air before he passed out. He braced himself against the bed and started pumping into her with abandon.

Naomi’s orgasm hit them like a sudden dive into a five g burn. Her whole body tensed beneath his. He buried himself deep into her, wanting to feel every tremor of her climax. Eyes wide open, teeth biting into her lower lip, her moans, a sound he never knew existed and never wanted to stop hearing. Holden felt his balls tighten, felt his muscles tense. He gasped as the first spurt of come escaped his body. He buried his face in her neck as he came again. His knees were weak on the third, he was melting into her as his body shivered through the end of his orgasm.

With a start, Holden rolled off and asked, “Are you okay? I’m sorry, that was just so…”

“Perfect.”

Relieved that he hadn’t accidentally crushed Naomi under his Earther mass, he flopped down on the bed beside her. He turned onto his side to look at her. When they both finally stopped panting, he said, “That was good.” She turned her head to look at him.

“I mean, very good.”

She turned onto her side, her lips in a tight line, slowly nodding her head.

“Well, really it was great, amazing… the best… ever…,” he was starting to babble.

She brought her hand to his face, caressed his cheek, pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. I think we should try this at least twice, or I’ll be very unhappy.” She pursed her lips and winked.