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  He took her arm again. “I promise you, you’ll find New Brooklyn dull after you’ve experienced Farside. Come with me.”

  Chapter Three

  Holding her hand in a firm grasp, he led her back to the ziptrain station, then took a different Plexiplus tube to another area of Farside. As they headed toward the dome, Shayna could smell a variety of aromas—latkes frying, a woman’s perfume, disinfectant. She guessed they were heading toward Farside’s residences.

  “How many people live here?” she asked.

  “About twenty families per dome. We learned from the errors of New Brooklyn, and instead of large domes with hundreds of families, we constructed Farside as a series of hives surrounding a central core, the transportation center.”

  “Why do you consider New Brooklyn to be poorly constructed?” She couldn’t help sounding huffy, but her father had been one of New Brooklyn’s original engineers.

  He sighed. “Shayna, if you’re going to take offense at every remark I make, this is going to be a difficult relationship.”

  “I’m not offended, just curious.” She squeezed his hand, just to show him she really wasn’t upset.

  “It’s easier to build slowly, provide services to people a few at a time. Granted, there’s some replication of machinery, but it seems to work out. There are fewer breakdowns because the equipment isn’t as stressed.” He gave her a slight smile and squeezed back. “Your father would have approved. He designed Farside, you know.”

  “I know. Farside’s schematics were his last project.”

  He led her up an escalator to the dome’s top. Pressing a pad at a sli-door, Gideon opened it and led her inside…inside what?

  The interior was dim. Above, the transparent dome exposed Farside’s dark sky, rippling with stars. The Milky Way spread across the black heavens like a diamond bracelet, furnishing the only light in the room.

  She tipped her head back. “Where are we? The observation dome?”

  “A good guess, but no.” Releasing her hand, Gideon flicked a switch. A soft glow illuminated a comfortable sitting room. “This is my—our—home.”

  Overwhelmed, she put both hands to her face. “Oh, my goodness.” She walked around slowly, looking at objects, occasionally touching one or another. Again, he let her explore. Wonderful how he seemed to instinctively sense that she needed to accustom herself in her own time.

  After she’d looked her fill, he went to her and took her in his arms. More commanding than ever, Gideon’s embrace demanded her response. Enveloped in his heat, Shayna reached for his head, framing his beautiful face between her palms. “I can’t believe you’re not married. Farside girls must be stupid.”

  He chuckled. “I was waiting for you, Shayna.”

  She knew when she was being mocked. “No.” She turned away.

  He pulled her back. “Yes. Believe it. Don’t you remember when we kissed?”

  Telltale warmth suffused her cheeks. “Um, well, yeah.”

  “You weren’t the only one who found it memorable.”

  She reached between his legs, touched him, found him hard and ready. “Memorable for the right reasons, I hope.”

  He groaned and pushed himself against her, filling her hand. His length, his heat, his thickness turned her on to an unbearable pitch. She wanted him, and she could tell from the expression on his face that he knew it.

  “You didn’t hurt me, if that’s what you mean.” His voice sounded odd, a little raspy.

  “Good. I could tell earlier that you’re in, uh, good working order.” She bit her lip and squeezed his hard, heavy rod.

  “Shayna, unless you want me to put this inside you, please stop.”

  “I want you to.”

  Shocked but delighted—heck, this was Shayna Goldstein hitting on him again—Gideon gripped her shoulders. “I thought you weren’t sure about us, about marriage, and living in Farside or wherever the Officers Corps sends me.”

  “I’m not sure.” Her voice was low and tense. “I’m not sure about the future at all. But I’m sure about wanting you. I always have been.”

  “Oh, baby.” He reached for the zipper of her Slicksuit and tugged down the tab, eager to see the luscious breasts he’d so often imagined in his dreams. With shaking hands, he opened the silvery suit encasing her and released them.

  Big white globes popped out, tipped with pale pink nipples. Dizzy with delight, he passed one hand over them and sighed with pleasure when her nipples stiffened, growing hard and hot at his slightest touch. He bent his head and sucked the nearest one into his mouth.

  Shayna moaned, arching her back so more of her tit thrust into his mouth. “Gideon, please, please make love to me.”

  Yes. This was how he’d win her, by making their first encounter perfect. A sensuous woman like Shayna wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of great sex. She was experienced, but she obviously hadn’t found the right lover…otherwise, why would she still be single?

  Gideon was sure he was the man for her, and vice versa.

  He lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Again, the room was lit only by the heavens in their glory. He laid her on his bed, then knelt between her spread legs to look at her. The half-open Slicksuit framed glorious breasts, with one nipple wet and hard, the other pink and soft, waiting for his eager mouth.

  But he didn’t want to rush. He reached for her long red braid and brushed the end over her breasts until both nipples stood at attention.

  The subtle caress ignited Shayna’s sensitive skin, and she wanted more. She rocked her torso back and forth. “Oh God, Gideon.”

  He wanted to use the braid to bind her breasts, make them peak high and pointed, but couldn’t, it wasn’t long enough. So he eased off her Slicksuit down to the waist and wrapped the suit's arms around one globe and then the other, tightening the stretchy fabric until her breasts stood like sexy little mountains on her torso. He pinched her nipples, watching the blood flow into them until they elongated. Then he sucked, hard, first on one and then the other. The engorged flesh hardened and he rubbed his stubbly cheeks over her nipples to heighten her pleasure. A moan told him that her breasts were as sensitive as they were beautiful. He was delighted that Shayna’s breasts loved to be touched as much as he loved to touch them.

  He clenched his hands around her incredible tits and lowered his head between them, then pushed them together, creating a fragrant nest he never wanted to leave. Untwisting her Slicksuit from around her breasts, he watched them soften and release. He couldn’t resist those yielding, pillowy mounds, and he again rubbed his face against them, sighing with pleasure.

  Shayna ran her fingers through his hair, then pushed his shoulders, creating some space between them. Sitting up, she reached for him with frantic hands. She tore his Slicksuit’s zip down, then ran her fingers over his chest, visibly delighting in the rough texture of his curls adorning it and the solid muscles beneath.

  While she explored him, he continued to caress her, cupping and fondling her breasts, pinching the nipples until fire shot through her from her tits to her clit. She gasped with pleasure. “Please, please kiss them some more.”

  He pushed her back onto the pillows and pressed her breasts together, taking both nipples into his mouth, rubbing his face in her cleavage. The rasp of his beard lit her on fire, and she writhed beneath his weight. Running her hands down his sides, she grabbed his Slicksuit and started to wrestle the tight fabric off his body. She was desperate to see him naked, desperate to have him, to feel him inside her.

  He pulled away and stood. Bereft, she stared at him, wondering what was going on. He put his hands on his hips, slid his thumbs under the Slicksuit and slowly eased it off, shimmying his hips, giving her a show she’d always remember. Though lit only by starlight, his body was amazing, the most perfect of God’s creations, lean but sculpted. He wiggled the Slicksuit down, and it caught on his erection. She couldn’t take her eyes off the fascinating sight.

  He chuckled. “Interested, h
uh?”

  She was already hot, and embarrassment heated her even more. “Um, yeah, so?”

  He shoved the Slicksuit down to his ankles and off. Freed, his cock gleamed, long and hard in the starlight.

  “Oh, my.” Now the reality of what they were doing hit her, and she scrambled back against the headboard, both scared and thrilled.

  “Shayna, after everything else you’ve done…are you still a virgin?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  He shot her a mock frown. “When were you gonna tell me?”

  “Whenever it came up.” She eyed his cock.

  “Oh, it’s up, all right.” He laughed. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it good. It’ll be great, I promise.”

  Gideon used his weight to pin her against the pillows and kissed her until the tension in her body eased. Then he laid her flat on the bed and again attacked those bounteous breasts, kissing, nibbling and loving… He’d never tire of the flavor and feel of her nipples in his mouth, but when she moaned and bucked beneath him, he sensed she was ready for more.

  He licked down the midline of her body until he came to her Slicksuit bunched around her waist. As he kissed her belly, he tugged it down and off, with Shayna cooperating by lifting her pelvis.

  Now she was naked, and although he longed to feast on her juicy, red-furred pussy, he took a moment to appreciate Shayna nude—her hourglass body, perfect white skin, and shapely hips crowned by that enticing red muff.

  “Turn over, love, I want to see your, umm…” Ass might be too vulgar a word for Shayna. “Backside,” he said.

  Chuckling, she obeyed, then turned her head to fling him a come-hither look and a wink. “So, do you like your Kosher piece of ass?”

  Startled, he laughed. “Shame on you, Shayna Goldstein. Using a crude term like that in a holy moment like this one.”

  “This is a holy moment?”

  “For me it is. You’re my dream come true.” He sat beside her and ran reverent fingers over the curves of her ass and up her spine, admiring the delicate skin. He dropped a light kiss on each butt cheek before rolling her over.

  He scooted to the end of the bed near her feet and spread her legs. A flaming beacon, her muff beckoned him. He slid forward and kissed her pussy, then pushed his tongue between her labia. “Mmm, good, but not enough.” He opened her thighs, opened her, to his gaze.

  She was gorgeous. Her engorged clit reddened as he watched, changing from a delicate pink pearl to a hard red ruby, almost as though it sought to reach his mouth.

  “Oh my God.” She pressed her palms to her face.

  “Enjoy, baby. This is just for you.” He licked her clit.

  Groaning, she spread her legs wider and bent her knees, shoving her pussy harder against his mouth.

  He thrust his tongue inside her, then raised his head to say, “God, you’re tasty.”

  She laughed a little breathlessly. “I am?”

  “Oh, yeah, baby. You’re delicious. Try it.”

  “What?”

  Gideon crawled up her body and kissed her on the mouth.

  “Hmm. Salty. Yeasty, and maybe a little sweet. Interesting.”

  “Delicious is more like it.” He dived back down for another bout, determined to get her off before he took her. He licked her sweet little clit, took it between his lips and sucked while thrusting a finger into her.

  Hot, wet, tight. He closed his eyes, dreaming of the moment—very soon—when he’d sink his cock into her sweet virgin flesh. He eased his finger in and out of her while continuing to suck her off. Shayna’s hips banged up and down in time with his finger’s rhythmic movements. Her cream flowed, drenching his hand. Though her channel flexed around him, she’d loosened…was she starting to come?

  Her moans and sighs increased to panting gasps. He pulled out his finger, and her eyes popped open. “Oh, don’t stop!”

  “Trust me, baby.” Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her hips and shoved a pillow under her so he could put his cock head to her slit. Her moan increased in pitch as he penetrated her, feeling her tissues part for his rod. She squealed and squirmed.

  He stopped. “Too much?”

  “No—yes. I don’t know! It hurts, but oh God, it’s so good…” Her voice trailed off into a groan.

  Better a fast tear than a slow, agonizing pain, he decided, and thrust all the way inside her to the balls. The pleasure blasted him into outer space, but she shrieked, grabbing his shoulders and digging in her nails. He groaned and slid one hand between them, fumbling for her clit. He found the swollen nubbin and rubbed it between his fingers until her sobbing breaths evened, then rose into pleasured whimpers and sweet little cries of completion.

  Though he’d come, he decided to stay inside her until she had another orgasm.

  Shayna felt him swell again inside her tender sheath and she wondered, how can he do it? He’s come twice in the last hour or so and somehow, he’s hard again…can I keep up?

  “This is just for you, baby,” he murmured into her ear.

  He nipped the lobe and ground his pubic bone against her clit. She raised her legs and spread them wide, giving him greater access. He thrust fully into her and she moaned, tightening herself around his burgeoning cock. It hurt, because she was sore from being taken so hard, but she was wet with her cream and his come, so it was good. She could tell that the longer she had sex, the better it was going to become.

  “This is incredible… Why did I wait?”

  “You were waiting for me,” he growled into her ear. “Admit it. You’re mine, and we’ll marry.”

  She didn’t say anything, wanting to keep him on the edge. And how could she be so sure so soon? The sex was overwhelming, threatening to swamp her good sense. She couldn’t make a decision with Gideon inside her.

  With an impatient grunt, he swiveled his hips against her, and she moaned, the pressure on her clit turning her on yet again.

  “Tell me.” He rammed his cock in and out.

  She moaned, incoherent, as lightning blasted through her, shooting her up to the stars, toward another orgasm.

  He pulled out of her and turned her over. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  His voice was impatient, rough, and she was afraid, but only a little. But another part of her wanted whatever Gideon had in store.

  He kneed her legs apart and reached for her pussy, fingering her, opening her…she felt the swollen tissues part for his hand. Then he entered her again, and this way was different, a sharper pleasure than with him on top of her. It should have been demeaning, animalian, but oh, it was so sexy that she came fast and hard, banging her hips back against his. He reached around her and gripped her clit, rubbing their combined sex juices into it, fueling her orgasm so it went on and on. Grabbing her hips, he came in her. “Ahh, Shayna…”

  She collapsed beneath him. He rolled to her side and pulled her in close. A minute or two later, she could tell by his breathing that he’d gone to sleep.

  Overwhelmed by what they’d done, Shayna couldn’t rest. The choices she faced still oppressed her. Yes, lovemaking was extraordinary, and there was no doubt in her mind that Gideon was the perfect lover and husband for her. But how could she leave her mother and her New Brooklyn friends? Could she adapt to life on Farside?

  Chapter Four

  A squawking voice from an intercom summoned Gideon back to consciousness and to awareness of his obligations. He groped for Shayna, who should have been by his side. Blinking, he saw her step out of his bathroom, hair neat and Slicksuit encasing her lush body, the body that now belonged to him.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  “We gotta go, babe.” He cleaned up and dressed. He hated letting her out of his bedroom, but duty called, so he led her to the Community Dome for the Farside Chanukah party. The room was decorated with silver and blue streamers, six-pointed stars and cutout paper dreidels. A long table, laden with goodies, extended along one wall, while a circular platform with a large menorah dominated the center of the
space. The room was filling with Slicksuited Farsiders.

  “I thought we were going to visit your mother,” Shayna said.

  Gideon smiled. “We spent more time fooling around than I thought we would. We had to be on time for the party. Excuse me a moment.” He didn’t normally concern himself with the details of community events but wanted to ensure all would be flawless today. Shayna’s introduction to Farside society had to be perfect.

  Shayna, left on her own, adjusted. “Hi, I’m Shayna Goldstein,” she said to the nearest person, a small man with surprising golden skin. She knew Asians, or Orientals, existed, but they never came to New Brooklyn. She tried not to stare at the fellow’s honey-colored flesh and dark, almond-shaped eyes, but he looked so much like Mr. Sulu, in her favorite old vidflix, that she didn’t want to tear her gaze away.

  “Tadeo Kiramoto.” He extended a hand covered with small scars and healed burns. “I think I remember your name. Are you related to the late Sam Goldstein?”

  The condition of his hands told Shayna that Mr. Kiramoto was probably an applied engineer; they experienced myriad small mishaps in the course of their careers. “Sam was my father. You’re an engineer?”

  “Yes, I am. Your dad taught me everything I ever knew.” His smile dimmed.

  Shayna didn’t need psychic cards to divine the golden man’s thoughts. “It’s okay. It’s been a long time since my father passed on.” She guessed that Mr. Kiramoto had been one of Sam’s many protégés. Her father’s apprentices had been devastated when he died back in 2109.

  Kiramoto shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I’ll never forget what happened…or your father. Long life to you, Shayna Goldstein.”

  Shayna, again surprised by the golden man, stammered, “And—and to you.” That the Asian knew the proper ritual phrase was a real eye-opener. That her own father had known and worked with such an unusual person amazed her. Why had they never met?

  “Welcome to Farside.” Mr. Kiramoto’s mood seemed to lift as he gestured to the food table. “Shall we? The candle-lighting ceremony will take place in a few minutes after the kids arrive.”