Escaping Relativity
Chapter 25

His strength was incredible. She knew she was no feather, not fat by any means, but she wasn’t a tiny woman. She wasn’t petite, but his hands almost spanned her waist, his arms lifted her with the greatest of ease, and he tossed her onto his bed without even straining. He was a large man, and his muscles were well developed, but she’d had no idea that his strength was what it was. For the first time in her life, she felt small; she felt tiny and petite. Xander had kissed her like a man possessed, and she loved every minute of it.

Charlie bounced slightly, a smile automatically coming to her face, and when he turned around from punching some more buttons, he stopped. He just stopped.

Something in his eyes softened, and the ravaging beast he’d been seconds before disappeared, and when he came to her, it was slow and purposeful. She’d been stalked before, by man and by animal, and here was the same feeling. He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked to her, discarding it carelessly, his eyes leaving her face for barely a second.

She started to scoot backwards to allow him room, yet when he reached her, he grabbed her ankle, pulling her back to him. He started at her feet, the tops of them, touching them as though learning her, he moved further up to her ankles, and everywhere he found a spot of water, he kissed and licked it away, and when he came upon a scar he paid special attention to the area, taking his time as though they had all the time in the world. Then again, for all she knew, they did.

His touches made her skin shiver and heat up at the same time. Where at first she was interested in watching, not knowing what he would do, by the time he got to the places behind her knees, she laid back to enjoy his touch, memorizing the feel of his worn and calloused hands. Knowing them, the pressure and strength, the width and tenderness. For as long as she lived, whether it was just until tomorrow night, or it was for another hundred years, she would never mistake another touch for his.

His mouth worked magic, and somehow, she fully expected her scars to be gone after his lips and tongue moved on.

The heat began to over-run the shivers, and Charlie’s hips began a rhythmic move of their own accord. There was no known word for what she needed, she just needed. Instead of moving to her inner thighs, his attentions went to her outer thigh, and up to her right hip, he began nibbling, biting ever so lightly at her hips and the top of her ass. Charlie moaned, and urged him on, never wanting it to end. He hadn’t moved to give attentions to her core, instead, he did things much more erotic than she’d ever known. Tiny little bites and kisses over her hips, and across her stomach, led to more kissing, licks, and bites along her other hip and outer thigh. Not a drop of water was missed. Xander worked his way up her rib cage on the outside of her silhouette, and as she thought he would take her breast, he didn’t. Again, she moaned and whined her protest. Now that she could reach, she grabbed his shoulder, rubbing her hands across his chest, gathering the hair there, loving the feel of him under her hands.

“No,” Xander said, his voice rough and gravelly from lust.

“Please, Xander, I want to feel you.”

“You will feel me, when I am ready for you to feel me. Charlie, you are so selfless, let me show you what it means to me. Allow me this without argument. I need to show you,” he confessed.

Charlie truly didn’t know what to do or say, so she simply lowered her hands. In the next instant, Xander took the tails from the shirt she was wearing and pulled it up behind her until her wrists were wrapped over her head. It wasn’t her first rodeo, she knew a dominant man when she saw one, but it wasn’t the same somehow. His eyes were soft, and his touch was needful as well. He would let her go soon, she just knew he would, but he wanted to gift her with...well, the only thing which came to her mind was what she had originally wanted. To be appreciated and cared for.

He was doing just that. Showing her what she meant. Charlie let go, she let go completely, something the safety of not seeing him after tomorrow brought. She could let go, and give him everything, and know it wouldn’t break her heart if he ran after another woman, because after tomorrow, she wouldn’t see him to know. Yet, she would have this to know and remember, and if she lost her heart tonight, so be it.

Starting again, Xander nipped and kissed her wrists and down her arms, the heat quickly building again. In the space of a moment, she found his thigh securely between her legs, feeling the rough fabric of his pants against her sensitive lips. The contrast was glorious.

Moving her hips, she ground herself into his thigh while he kissed her neck, the stubble from his face rasping at her neck, shoulders, and ears. Her climax hit her so hard and fast, she screamed Xander’s name in surprise, the waves crashing over her in a never ending cycle of coil and release. Finally, the spinning stopped.

Opening eyes she didn’t know were closed, she looked into Xander’s deep eyes and smug smile.

“It looks like I’m wet now,” Xander said, a slight chuckle to his voice.

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no!”

“Okay then,” Charlie said, feeling a little smug herself.

“Can I touch you now?” she asked.

“Not yet, love,” Xander said, the endearment surprised Charlie so much, her throat constricting, making it hard to breathe.

She only nodded, leaving her hands over her head. Next his hands traveled over her body, harder than the first time, showing her his strength again.

When his hands had traced her hips, she watched them move over to his pants, and he slowly removed them. She was mesmerized by his slow movements, and when his shaft was finally free, she stopped breathing yet again. He was magnificent. She licked her lips, watching as his hand went back to his manhood. Something in the back of her mind registered that he was watching her reactions closely, but she didn’t care, she couldn’t stop herself. He took his cock in his own hand, and pulled slowly up and down. Before she knew it, her hips moved to his same rhythm, and was startled when she realized soft little keening noises were coming from her.

“Oh, God, baby...watching you watch me, tell me you’re ready,” he urged.

“Please,” she said, barely recognizing the need in her voice.

Xander moved over the top of her, and his mouth magically found her breast as he sucked on her, kissed, nipped and finally drew each nipple into his mouth one at a time, and she was certain she was in heaven. She took her hands and pulled them over his head, her fingers lacing in his hair holding him to her breast. He reached behind his head and took the shirt off of her hands, throwing it across the room.

His hands went back to work on the rest of her body while his mouth was busy, and Charlie couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please, Xander, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Xander asked, his head positioned perfectly at her entrance.

“Take me. Now,” Charlie didn’t care what she sounded like, she needed him. All of him.

“No,” Xander pulled his head up, face to face with her, looking her in the eyes.

“What?” Charlie asked, confused and dumbstruck, her body begging, weeping for him.

“I won’t take you, I will devour you, I will own you, I will possess you, and I will make it impossible for any other man to please you by the time I’m finished; but I will not take you. I am going to make love to you, Charlie,” Xander said, his voice starting out gruff and almost angry, ending in the softest, most reverent tone she’d ever heard.

“I don’t make love, Xander. It’s too dangerous, you know what it’s like for people like us,” she said, praying she wouldn’t give away the fact that she was near losing her heart as it was.

“What it used to be like for people like us. I don’t know what I’m going to do, Charlie, but I’m not letting you go. And this,” Xander gave Charlie a long, slow, drugging kiss, and when she was finally able to open her eyes to him again, he finished, “is not something people like us find every day. I will make love to you, and I will not let you go.”

Charlie’s throat burned, her chest felt tight, and she felt a hot tear track down the side of her face. Was this happening? Was it real? Surely it was a dream, but no dream she’d ever had felt so good.

“Please, Charlie, say you’ll do the same. Tell me you’ll make love to me. Tell me you’ll stay.”

“What about your brother?”

“We’ll figure it out, Charlie. I’m not begging, I’m telling you.”

“You’ve got enough time to beg, tell, command, whatever, Xander, make love to me,” Charlie said, giving in.

Xander took the invitation, and slowly entered into her. Inch by agonizing inch. Charlie wanted him to move faster, but knew he was making certain to not hurt her. It felt so good, Charlie couldn’t help but moan, she’d never been loud before, but there was always a first time for everything. Every move, every flex, every little shifting of weight left her moaning, keening, begging, and screaming his name.

He stopped and she wanted to rock, to move, to do...something.

“Wait,” Xander told her.

“Why? Xander, I can’t take this,”

He smiled down at her, and the look in his eyes took her off guard. She didn’t know exactly what it was.

“I’m not all the way in, love. I need to go further, I need to feel all of you on all of me, but I don’t want to hurt you. God, I wouldn’t hurt you for anything in the galaxy,” he said.

Truth rang in his voice, and the endearment this time, now that she was no longer taken off guard, rang with a different truth. There was something deep and kind, behind it. She’d never been called any name with so much conviction and legitimacy.

“Please, just hard, if it hurts, we’ll be still for a minute, but Xander, I need you.”

A frown line popped up on his brow from his worry, but he seemed to be determined to please her. Grabbing her hips hard, he tilted her slightly, and when he pulled out, the movement alone threw her into another torrent of orgasm, and he pounded into her while she was riding wave after wave of wonder and joyous sensation. She thought he would stop once her spasms did, as he did before, but no, he continued his assault, and he’d been right, he was stretching her to her absolute limit, but the sheer pleasure of the pain, brought her over the edge again, she scratched his back while trying to hold on. She simply knew she would be carried away some how, and she was grabbing onto anything which felt solid enough to hold her to the bed, and he was the most solid and real thing there was.

“You feel so good, cum with me, Charlie,” Xander said in her ear.

The mere mention of such a thing, left Charlie defenseless, her body responded to his words as though he were controlling her like one of his gadgets. More waves of deliciously intense spasms wracked her body.

Eventually, some hours later, she laid in his arms, her head on his chest, her left leg cocked over is stomach, their feet entangled. She listened to his heart beat for hours, not wanting to miss a moment. She knew tomorrow would come, and although Xander had said he would figure out a way, she knew how these things worked. He might try, but Xander would only be able to do so much, and if it came down to it, The Dilligara would kill her too if they couldn’t have her.

So, she would savor these heartbeats, and know it was real. For the first time in her life, she had made love to a man who had made love back to her. She had known more than sex, and tenderness. She had known the heart of the man, not just his words, and the words of this man, showed his heart. It seemed so unfair for God to give her this man just to take him away, but there was no helping what had happened.

“I love you, Tracker,” she whispered, believing him asleep from his shallow breathing, and fell asleep with the scent of him surrounding her.

And somewhere in the night, “I love you, Time Keeper,” was whispered into her hair. Sleep had never taken her so quickly nor so soundly.

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