The Spaces Between - Story Three

### Chapter 1 - A New Understanding

Michael: Hey, so do you want to finish the movie?

Naomi: I am hoping that if you want sex, you don't have to make an excuse to come over?

Michael:Wow, you really think so little of me?

Naomi: I think very specifically of you.

Michael: Ouch. I was going to offer to bring dinner, but maybe I should reconsider.

Naomi: What are you bringing?

Michael: Now you're interested.

Naomi: If I have to put up with you, at least let me eat well.

Michael: That's fair. How about Thai?

Naomi: Sold. Be here by eight.

Michael knocked lightly on Naomi's door, balancing the takeout bag in one hand. When she opened it, she was in a loose hoody and yoga shorts and looked completely at ease.

"Smells good," she said, taking the bag from him and heading toward the kitchen.

Michael followed, watching as she set out plates and chopsticks with effortless familiarity. This was different from Parksville, even from their date a couple of nights ago. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty--just an unspoken understanding between them.

As they sat at her small kitchen table, three chairs with one occupied by the ThaiAway takeout bag, Michael took a bite of his pad thai before breaking the silence. "So... you really thought I was just looking for an excuse to sleep with you?"

Naomi smirked as she twirled her noodles, her native skill with chopsticks on clear display. "Weren't you?"

He exhaled a short laugh. "Maybe. But I want to see you as well."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled; reaching over to him, she gave him a small peck on his lips.

Naomi tilted her head, considering. "That's new."

"Is it?"

She nodded. "Before, I think you wanted me to be something more."

Michael sat back, mulling that over. Maybe she was right. He looked back on young Michael as a bit of a horn dog, desperate for physicality, but perhaps he was also lonely.

"I think I just wanted to understand you," he admitted. "Is that why the cold shoulder in Parksville? Did you feel I was coming on too strong?"

"Yes and no," Naomi said, head down, taking a second to look up her almond shaped eyes not vulnerable but recalling some moment when she was unsure. "You were coming on too strong, but it wasn't that I didn't want a boyfriend; it was more that you were the first boy I had done anything with. It scared me to think how much more you might want me to do when I wasn't even sure myself."

"Oh Naomi, shit," Michael shook his head, "That sucks, I feel bad that I pushed you so hard that night."

"No, Michael, I am really glad I did it. My sisters were great for telling me what was coming when I went to university, but in retrospect, I am grateful that we had prom night. It made me much more comfortable and aware when other opportunities arrived."

Michael ate noodles for a bit. "Look, I really enjoyed our movie date, and I am pretty sure some of that seduction was from you, but with our history, maybe we can just come out and say it. I want to see you again, in bed, in other places, clothed, naked, eating, watching, you know, whatever."

"And if I just want an occasional diversion with no commitments, titles, or expectations," Naomi poked her chopsticks into his dish.

"If we set some ground rules to keep us safe, I don't mind that. I will let you know if my feelings change, and we can talk about it then."

She pushed aside his plate, "I think we have had enough then."

She pulled the takeout bag off the chair between them, reached down to his crotch, and squeezed gently. Her lips came down again on his. "Michael, are you clean..I mean sexually."

He nodded.

"Leave the condom then, my birth control is good."

She pulled the hoody over her head. He reached for her small breasts. She hummed.

"My tits are cold, Michael," Naomi looked down at her own erect nipples.

"I think I can help," Michael said, lowering his mouth onto the left breast and covering the right with what he hoped were warm hands. He loved this feeling; he had never met a woman as reactive to his touch as Naomi.

From their very first encounter, the fact that she could orgasm even to play with her breasts or have regular intercourse opened up a world for him. She was going to get to her needs regardless of what he did. Strangely, he was more relaxed this session, and he instantly felt he could be more creative.

With that in mind, he put both arms between her legs. He was happy to see that there was heat there, but that wasn't the reason. He set his core and, without removing his mouth from her breast, stiffened his arms and picked her up.

"Michael", Naomi squeaked out.

He moved from the kitchen to the living room, with a lovely couch. He ignored it at first, pressing Naomi against the wall with the sweater still on, using his left hand to support her as he brought it from behind and pushed her firmly into the wall. Supported by friction, he took one hand and brought it between her legs, rubbing against her yoga shorts, and then with a quick flick against her bare skin.

He took his mouth from her breast, "Okay, I have wanted to do this for so long, you are like a toy; you're so light."

She didn't respond, her body stiffening as his fingers grew ever closer to her clit. He began to kiss up her chest to her neck and then opened her lips with his tongue. His fingers moved over her clit, stimulating her as they moved from side to side. He wasn't a weight lifter, though, and with some thought, he pushed his fingers into her as he slowly started to lower her to the couch beside them. She went over the arms a little less than gracefully, but luckily, their kiss and his manual stimulation didn't stop.

He pushed her back on the couch, and she quickly grabbed her silky black hair to prevent it from being snagged on something. He went over the arms, and now his weight was on her. Both were hands-free, one working inside her and another moving back on top to explore her breasts. She started to pant, and he was again amazed at how quickly she was getting to orgasm. He has never had sex with a woman like this. He pulled off his shirt with his free hand and sacrificed it. He pulled out briefly and lifted her up, placing his shirt under her butt and in front of her sex. Not a moment too soon, as she started to spasm and his fingers were drenched.

He let her calm while he pulled out of his pants. Looking around her place, he realized she was pretty high up, and they wouldn't really need to worry about lookie-loos except from other buildings' inhabitants with binoculars.

Her hand with skin tones slightly darker than his own, around his penis brought him back to what was happening. Naomi stroked him up and down, pulling the angle towards her legs.

"Ready" Michael smiled and repositioned, getting comfortable between her legs. He moved his hand over his cock, getting it wet with her juices. The warmth and fantastic feeling on his cockhead told him he was in the right place and he went in quickly as she tilted a little to meet him. He kissed her again. Bringing his hand up to bring her neck into him. He was forceful this time like he was afraid she would stop the kiss, holding her in place. Her body started to quiver again, and he kept thrusting, knowing that he was still a way from completion.

She reached out to his hips. Putting her hands on his side, she pulled. Her efforts to pull him in were negligible, but it was clear in Michael's understanding that she wanted more. He started timing better, pulling out slower and slamming back in harder and faster. She started to flex again, her legs coming up to grip him inside her. Once again, the warmth and wetness.

They calmed again. She made little mewling noises that he enjoyed. She was no kitten, though; her confidence since Parksville was tremendous, and he wondered what had changed her. Judging her ready, he started again before he lost his erection.

She moaned, and he kissed her mouth again before sitting up a little and pulling her back off the couch, so he went in at a different angle. He moved down to lick her breasts again, alternating between one chocolate nipple and the next. Her head on the couch and her back off the edge, her butt in his lap he kept pushing and pushing. He felt his orgasm rising and hers as well.

Once again, she beat him. Her legs tightened, and she grabbed his hair painfully, bringing him up to her mouth while she orgasmed again. Her excitement carried through, and his body reacted, flooding her with his cum as he orgasmed too. He lifted himself off her mouth and nestled in the space between her neck and shoulder as he held her tight and shook, his own orgasm massive and undeniable. He kept going till the sensation was too much for his penis, and he stopped.

The feeling of cum and fluid covering his lap, made him realize he hadn't really saved the couch much with his shirt. He lifted her and tried to carry her to the bathroom; coming out of her with a plop, he tried to hold her butt a little higher.

Michael was strangely happy even with this messy aftermath. He looked at her sweat-streaked hair, and her eyes closed as she breathed. He couldn't resist and planted a sweet kiss on her lips as he placed her on the toilet. Her shower was similar to his, and he started to run it while she collected herself. The air between them had shifted--more effortless, more natural. Michael didn't feel the need to push for anything more than what was already there.

"Quick shower and then eat?" Michael asked tentatively.

Naomi looked up from her lap, smiled, and nodded, "Let me shower alone, though; something tells me you aren't done for the night, and I really need to eat."

### Chapter 2 - Fast then Slow

Michael had a good day. A really good day. He and his team had found almost three quarters million dollars of missing equipment in the field. For a fintech they were good with software but kept making basic mistakes on hardware. The fact that he had spent the last week with Saniya was just icing on top.

Saniya had been hired by the CFO to get costs under control. He hadn't worked with a lot of accountants, but she was whip smart, funny and incredibly attractive. With the confidence he had gained with Naomi, he had flirted, and to his surprise, he felt she had responded positively even suggesting and going on a few work lunches while they tried to locate spare parts spread among dozens of technicians and shops.

Maybe it was the thrill of achievement, or maybe the fact that Saniya was wearing a split leg skirt that kept revealing her thigh all day that kept him on edge. Michael felt a spark in his blood that needed somewhere to go. And he knew exactly where he wanted to take it.

He leaned against the frame of Naomi's door, feeling the weight of the day settle into the curve of his spine, the confidence of success making him loose-limbed and self-assured. He had texted her half an hour ago, a simple, direct message: "I need you. Be home."

She LOL'd. She always laughed when he played at control; she seemed to like the aggressiveness, and she didn't say no.

Now, as she stood in her doorway in a loose tank top and those ridiculously soft shorts that barely qualified as clothing, he let his gaze run over her with no pretense of subtlety. She rolled her eyes but stepped back to let him in.

"You always this bossy when you have a good day?" she asked, closing the door behind him.

Michael turned, crowding into her space before she could step away. "I'm so ready, but let me know if you want to file a complaint." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but something sharp in his delivery made the corner of her lips twitch in amusement.

"Not yet," she admitted.

His hands found her hips, the familiar heat of her skin even through the thin fabric. He walked her backward until she hit the door, the quiet _thump_ of it settling against the frame the only sound between them. Naomi let her head tip back against the wood, watching him with knowing eyes, waiting to see what he'd do next.

Michael dipped his head, his mouth grazing her jawline before moving to her ear. "Been thinking about this all day. About you."

Her breath hitched slightly, and he felt her fingers curl against his shirt. "Is that so?"

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he let his hands slide lower, pressing her hips against his, letting her feel exactly how much he had been thinking about her. Naomi exhaled sharply, her nails grazing the back of his neck. He kissed down her neck, crouching as his fingers slid into the elastic of her shorts and pulled both them and the underwear underneath down her legs. His mouth followed down her shirt, first wetting the area around one nipple and then the other. He had enough reach to bring her shorts to her feet, and when she didn't lift them right away, he gave her a little bite on one nipple and a playful growl. She acquiesced, lifting her foot so he could toss her shorts behind him.

It was amazing how quickly he felt comfortable with her--an easy slide into something electric, charged, and fluid. He knew how she responded and how her body yielded and pushed back all at once. There was no hesitation when he came back up and angled his mouth over hers, no resistance when his hands guided her thighs up to wrap around his waist. With one hand, he flipped open his belt and pulled his zipper, and with one more move, had his pants around his ankles. He focused back on her, just a small body against his overwhelming desire.

She was no idle participant, reaching between her legs to grab his cock and bring it into her. He hadn't been sure, but she was clearly ready, and he let her sink down after he felt himself inside. He gave himself a moment to get used to the position. Then she looked at him and clearly squeezed his cock, pushing herself up a little in a gesture to indicate he should get on with it.

The doorframe shook as he pinned her against it, the pressure of her legs tightening around him, the soft sigh that slipped from her lips when his hands roamed up her sides. He pressed harder, his thigh slotting between hers, grinding slow and deliberate. Her breath stuttered, a barely-there whimper escaping as he rolled his hips into her, teasing, coaxing. Naomi arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, nails scraping his scalp in the way she knew made his pulse jump. She was close.

She felt weightless with the wall as a companion, and he could bring her up and push down with smooth motions, his hip motion easy and controlled. His cock moved in and out of her fluidly, and he could feel himself getting close as she gasped and crossed her first orgasm of the night off. She surprised him, grabbing his butt with her nails and pulling him in while also attacking his shoulder with a bite he felt right through his t-shirt.

He grinned against her hair. "Still not complaining?"

"Shut up, Michael," she muttered before lifting her arms and pulling his head back down to her. She said it with humor, but he responded with action. His body now brought her down with force. He felt her crash down on his penis as it reached deep in her. She made small grunts as she came down hard. He was so close, and he could feel the exquisite tension between his hard cock, and the feeling of release that was rushing toward him. He buried his head in her neck and gripped her body tight against him as he started to release, his ropey cum rushing to fill her.

Time blurred, the urgency giving way to a moment of clarity and peace. His breathing started to come under control. When he finally carried her to the couch, her shirt wet with sweat and saliva sticking to her chest, he gleefully kicked his pants off as he walked. Naomi leaned back, her hair spilling over the armrest as she looked at him. He lowered her down, caressing her sticky body as he looked at her.

"I am pretty sure you just christened my entryway." She smiled at Michael.

"I'm sorry, I just really, really needed to be inside you as soon as poss.."

A finger stopped his lips, "Michael, we're adults; you don't need to apologize for a little sexual force when I was clearly willing."

Michael smiled and kissed her. A long, slow kiss, questing with his tongue gently and forcefully.

"Stay the night," she said, briefly coming up for breath.

Michael hesitated just a fraction of a second. He hadn't planned on it. Hadn't even considered it. But the words came more straightforward than he expected as he looked at her, the way she stretched out, utterly un-selfconscious and inviting.

"Yeah. Okay."

Naomi smirked. "Good. Because I wasn't actually asking."

Michael laughed at his confident Naomi, clearly asking for what she wanted. And just like that, the night stretched before them, open and waiting.

Michael stirred awake to the sensation of warm, delicate fingertips tracing lazy circles over his chest. Naomi lay beside him, her body draped over the sheets, the morning light casting a soft glow over her skin. She was watching him, a small, knowing smile curving her lips.

"You were supposed to be somewhere today," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

Michael blinked, his brain catching up to the memory of his plans. D&D with the guys. He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Yeah. Suppose I was."

Naomi hummed in amusement. "And yet, here you are."

His phone buzzed against the nightstand, and he glanced at the screen. Ben: You coming? We need to start if we are going to make progress today

Michael sighed, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before he quickly typed: Got caught up. Start without me.

He tossed the phone aside just as Naomi shifted, pressing herself against him. Her mouth grazed his jawline before trailing down his neck. "Good choice," she whispered, her breath sending a ripple of anticipation through him.

Michael ran his fingers along her spine, feeling the way her body responded, supple and warm. She stretched against him, her thigh sliding over his, skin against skin. His hand traveled lower, resting on the curve of her hip before pulling her closer.

"You know," she said, shifting so she was perched over him, "I once dated a man who was almost twice your age."

Michael arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Naomi nodded, her fingers dancing over his stomach as she settled between his legs. "He was French. Older. Very confident. He taught me how to love sex, how to enjoy my body without hesitation."

Michael swallowed hard as she lowered herself, pressing a slow kiss just above his navel. "How did that even happen."

She paused, her hand softly gripping his shaft, it tightening beneath her fingers. "He was on campus for some sort of adult learning, and we kept running into each other in places where we could talk. I didn't even realize it was a seduction. He was clearly more aware of what would appeal to me than I was."

She squeezed and planted kisses around the base. "When we went to bed the first time, I was nervous, but I was also ready. That time at prom made me realize what desire felt like for us. When he touched me, it felt new, but also like something I knew I needed."

Michael was still, barely breathing between the story and her actions.

Naomi blew gently on Michael, the saliva and cool air, raising little bumps on his crotch. "The first time was so slow, so wonderful. I honestly couldn't have asked for better. Ren, my lover, was shocked at how easily my body responded. He was like a kid in a playground trying to figure out how many ways he could get me to cum, hands, mouth, dick, stroking, massaging, licking."

Michael croaked, "How long?"

"Oh, I think maybe four months. I started missing classes, and he was coming up at the end of his term. He asked me to come to St. Malo, but it was half-hearted; he didn't want to have anything more than this intense tryst. I know he was in control, and he took advantage of my naivety, but I can't complain. I learned so much. So much that I could apply to other partners, so much confidence I could bring. Really the best part was just how much I learned that my body could make me feel better, from orgasm to how relaxed and happy I could feel after a good fuck"