Bigger on the inside: Space, Time Travel, Alien Criminals (A Space Time Travel Mystery Book 1)

by Alianna Smith

  “They’re us. They were created by an accident, just like we were. They’re like scars, something to remember the beginning by,” Rose said softly, brushing back a lock of hair that kept falling into her eye. “I know it sounds a bit daft, but…” She shrugged.

  Dave looked up at her. “What?”

  “When I kissed you that day I wanted to tell you I love you, but it wasn’t the right moment. I want it as a reminder to keep things slow, but also that I will never hesitate to tell you how I’m feeling ever again.” She took a long swig of her drink, sliding the glass bowl off her knee to set it on the bedside table.

  His head was reeling. How could he have misunderstood her so badly? At the same time, however, there was still that little voice that told him that he was too old, and too much of a nobody, for her. That he was just an echo of the man she had loved. But then again, Rose was such an honest woman; she’d never play with him like that. “I had no idea,” he said lamely.

  “I know it sounds silly, but that’s me. Big ol’ softie, me,” she echoed his words.

  He grinned despite himself and leaned towards her for a kiss. “It’s a lovely sentiment.”

  “You’ve been comparing yourself to the Doctor,” she pointed out. For a moment he stiffened but he understood that she hadn’t said that to hurt him but to exorcise that particular thought. “What can I do to make you believe me?”

  “I do believe you,” he said, taking her free hand to drop a kiss on her knuckles and smooth his cheek against it. “It’s just… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found you.”

  A flash of lightening bathed the room in its blindingly white light and the thunder followed soon after, tearing violently through the silence. Rose jumped and shifted a little closer to him.

  “Would you still like that cuddle?” he asked.

  Rose smiled, nodding. They deposited their glasses on the floor in front of the bedside table, laden as it already was with her books and the bowl. He leaned back against the headboard and pulled her with him so she could tuck her head into the crook of his shoulder. They stayed that way for a long time, lazily caressing each other and staring out into the rain and at the pair of handprints.

  He couldn’t believe that Rose was lying in his arms, holding on to him with as much fervour as he held her, even after the conversation they’d just had. It was a completely new experience for him and he realised that Rose and he belonged together, that if they could trust each other so much they could make it through anything. He was certain that the children would love her, and that even Anna would grow to like her eventually, although the vivid image of the two of them meeting for the first time made him shiver a bit. But it was going to be a long time yet until that happened. For now, he wanted Rose to himself, to enjoy the little oasis they had built Sunday evenings and Wednesday afternoons. Reality would claim them soon enough. He shuddered at the thought of their relationship leaking to the media, but he also trusted Rose to help him through that and to keep him safe.

  Rose’s caresses changed eventually, and what had been idle patterns on his skin became more purposeful and arousing. He dropped his hand from her lower arm where he held her to him to allow her more freedom. Before he knew it, she shifted and leaned up for a lingering kiss. The thunderstorm was still going strong, thunderclaps following strikes of lightning with little or no warning. Dave gave himself over to her, allowing her in and allowing her to set the pace and depth of their kiss. All the while she kept caressing him, dragging her fingertips — and sometimes her nails — over his chest and around and over his nipples. He sighed and hissed in encouragement, eventually cupping the back of her head to kiss her more deeply. All of a sudden he had an insatiable need to make love to her. As insecure as he’d been earlier, he now felt equally self-assured and ready to follow through on his earlier actions.

  Eventually he managed to roll them so he was on top; the need to spoil and pleasure her was suddenly overwhelming. Although Rose had said she believed him, he wanted to show her how he felt about her. After kissing her for a while he managed to tear himself away from her lips to discover her body like a lover, to feel and to taste what the artist had already taken in. His heart was beating out a fast rhythm as he began to find out how to make Rose moan and squirm and beg for more.

  He found points of pleasure right behind her ear and in the hollow above her collarbone, smiling as she shivered beneath his mouth. All the while her hands were in his hair or on his shoulders, caressing him and letting him know what she liked when words began to fail her. All she was able to say was his name; he realised that she probably wasn’t a screamer, and although he couldn’t wait to find out, he held back because he wanted to take his time.

  Eventually, he moved down to her chest, cupping her left breast and teasing the hardened nipple until Rose arched up into him for more. The softness of her skin and flesh amazed him and he moved to taste her, covering the other breast with his hands. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as Rose cried out softly and moaned.

  “Dave…”

  He looked up somewhat reluctantly. “Yes, my love?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  He blinked. “Then don’t distract me.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before moving down her body to lave the other breast with his tongue. Rose giggled softly and shifted slightly beneath him. Eventually, he started to kiss and nibble a line down her torso to her stomach; the plunge from the edge of her ribs was a bit too steep for his taste, and he thought briefly of the rich dessert sitting on the edge of her bedside table. But then he reached her navel and dipped his tongue into it, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Rose, and he forgot all about it. He remembered thinking he wanted to kiss and suck her hipbone, and, cupping one, he moved his mouth to the other to do just that.

  Her fingers were still in his hair, reassuring him, when he moved to the inside of her thighs.

  “Dave, please,” Rose sighed.

  Again, he looked up. “Please what?”

  “Please don’t… don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Aren’t you enjoying this?” he asked, only half-teasing.

  “I am,” she said, and for a brief moment he could feel a rush of excitement and pleasure wash over him that wasn’t his. It was Rose’s, but before he realised it she was gone from his mind.

  “That’s what it feels like?”

  “Yes,” Rose whispered. “Sorry.”

  He took a deep breath. “It’s all right.”

  He placed a kiss below her navel and smoothed his palm over her mons. “I think we should… share it. One day. If… if that’s okay, that is.”

  His words took the burden of the world off Rose’s shoulders. She smiled, nodding. “I’d like that. But I’ve never done it before.”

  “That makes two of us,” he said, kissing her again. “Now, where was I?”

  He couldn’t believe how bold he’d been to say those things, but it felt right to do so. He nuzzled the soft skin on the insides of her thighs for a while, and when Rose spread her legs invitingly, he placed a kiss on her folds.

  “Dave… Dave…” Rose sigh-sobbed, tilting her pelvis towards him.

  The scent of her arousal filled his nose and he nuzzled her there for a few beats before tasting her. They moaned together as he flattened his tongue against her sex. He dragged his tongue over her flesh, then flicked its tip over her clit. Eventually, all thoughts left him as he concentrated on establishing a rhythm of sucks and nibbles and licks, listening to Rose’s quiet sounds of pleasure. The sound of his name was just as good as her fingers in his hair and her taste on his palate.

  Rose came quickly with a sharp moan, bucking and tightening her thighs around him as more of her flavour washed over his tongue. He stroked her legs in reassurance, humming softly to himself as she gradually relaxed. Dragging his arm over his mouth, he crawled along her body to hold her close.

  Her breathing was slowly calmi
ng down, and her eyes were closed. The most beautiful thing in that moment was her smile, though. She snuggled up to him as soon as he pulled her towards him, and for a while he just lay there, forgetting about the world and listening to her breathing compete with the sound of the rain against the window panes.

  It was still dim, and for a while he stared into the steady flames of the candles she had put onto the window sill. The memory of the brief moment when Rose had shared her sensations with him returned, and he was mystified by how different, how at peace, Rose had felt at the pleasure he had given her. Peace wasn’t really an emotion he associated with making love. Love, naturally, and completeness, certainly, but peace?

  “That was wonderful,” Rose whispered, covering as much of his chest with her hand as possible.

  “I wish I could be so at peace as you were,” he said, smoothing her hair back and dropping a kiss onto her forehead.

  “I was?” she asked, sounding baffled. “All I wanted was your mouth between my legs.” She sat up, dragging a finger along his jaw. “I love you, Dave. That’s why I feel so at peace. I’m… myself with you.”

  “Oh.” He hadn’t thought about that, and, taking the notion further, he realised that he felt the same way. With her, it was a game of give and take, of pleasuring each other because they wanted to and because they loved each other. It wasn’t about power, or surrendering to it.

  He closed his eyes.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  He told her.

  She sat still for a moment after he’d finished, holding his gaze. He wanted to lose himself inside her amber eyes, and he put all his emotions into his own to make her believe. He couldn’t just touch her temple and open up to her.

  Then she leaned forward for a lingering kiss.

  Rose rolled away from him and reached for their glasses of sparkling wine. He smiled, grateful for her breaking the spell that had come over them. They touched glasses and drank.

  “This tastes strange after… you and me,” Rose blurted.

  His eyes went wide and he could feel his penis twitch at the eroticism of her words.

  He watched her take another sip. “That’s better.”

  Dave wasn’t sure if she was referring to his hardening cock or to the taste of the bubbly. “You are amazing, Rose.”

  She took his glass and put it back beside the bed together with hers. “So are you. Now shift a bit.” She touched his shoulder to make him sit up so she could slide between him and the headboard. Rose knelt and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I want you to enjoy this.” Then she slid her hands down his torso and closed her fist around his cock to stroke it. He threw his head back against her shoulder with a groan, clasping her free hand to his chest.

  “Rose!”

  “I’m here, Dave, I’ve got you. Just tell me when to stop.” Her breath was warm against his ear and he shivered as her lips brushed his skin. She was experimenting with pressure and speed, trying to find out what he liked. He could have sat like this forever, and then, suddenly, he felt the warmth of being at peace settle on him. For a few heartbeats it was all he felt, despite the magic Rose was working on him.

  “Rose, I…”

  “I’ve got some condoms,” she said softly, moving out from behind him. “Just sit back.”

  He watched her in a daze as she reached for the foil packets she had stashed away in the drawer of her bedside table. He scooted back against the headboard so he was sitting almost upright. Since the light was coming from the window, her back was painted by the shadows and he couldn’t see her scars. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. He’d want to explore them another day. She’d given him so much already.

  When she turned back to him with the condom, he picked it gingerly out of the foil she’d already torn open. “I’d like to… if you don’t mind.”

  Rose nodded, dropping the wrapper unceremoniously next to the bed. “I am on contraceptives, but I was advised to use those in addition. Just to be completely safe.”

  Dave nodded, the idea that she had taken the precaution because she wanted to sleep with him filling him with warm feeling. He concentrated on rolling on the condom and securing it. As soon as he was done, Rose straddled him.

  “I… May I be on top? It’s been a while for me and I’m not sure… I just need to be in control this time. If that’s all right.”

  Her sudden coyness made him smile. “I’ll be careful, my love.” He wondered how long it had been for her, but he didn’t dare ask her that question.

  Rose put her hands on his shoulders, and, after a deep kiss, she shifted onto her knees and forward a little to guide the tip of his cock to her folds. She bit her lip in concentration.

  “Relax, Rose.” He kissed her, then he reached between them to brush his fingers over her clit and her folds. “Here, let me help.” He caressed her, sliding first one finger into her, then another. “I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”

  At his ministrations, Rose started to moan in pleasure and the tension left her body. Seeing her slump, Dave caught her and rolled them so she lay beneath him. “I know it’s not what you wanted,” he began.

  “’s okay,” Rose whispered. She spread her legs to accommodate him. “I trust you.”

  Warmth washed through him, and for a moment he forgot about wanting to be sheathed inside her. He kissed her deeply before he shifted to slide into her. The feeling of her velvety wet flesh around the head of his cock was exquisite and he had to hold back. He could feel her tense a little, so he moved only a little at first before he dared slipping more deeply into her. Her muscles were tight around him and his eyes fluttered shut.

  “You’re wonderful,” Rose whispered. “I’m fine. You’re… ‘s so beautiful…”

  Thus encouraged, he looked at her, kissed her and slid into her as deeply as he could. The feeling of completeness and peace that washed over him made him sigh and he rested his forehead against hers.

  “Oh Rose.” Her lips found his for a kiss.

  “Let’s stay like this for a while.”

  Gradually, he relaxed, wanting to feel as much of her skin against his as possible. “Is this okay?” he asked, about to settle his weight on her.

  “Yes.”

  Rose rubbed his back, adjusting beneath him, massaging his penis.

  “Rose…” She mightn’t have had sex in a while, but she certainly knew how to pleasure him. It only occurred to him then that she didn’t have much experience. “Rose.”

  “I’ve got you,” she whispered, caressing his face as he raised his head.

  “I feel…” he began.

  “What? How? Tell me.”

  “You’re… I don’t want to hurt you. But you feel so good, Rose.”

  “I’m fine, Dave, I really am.”

  “I’ve never… I know what you meant… how you felt earlier. That feeling of peace…”

  “I love you, Dave.”

  “I want to… I want to make love to you.”

  “Please do.” She groaned as he moved inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her heels were digging into his bum, pulling him close. He began to move slowly, establishing a gentle rhythm that allowed them to kiss and exchange caresses. At one point he would have liked her to be louder, but he knew that she wasn’t like that, that he’d have to learn how to read her when they made love.

  “Dave!” she implored him at one point, throwing her head back as far as she could, exposing the pale line of her throat to him. “Please, Dave, oh please. Make me come.”

  He picked up the speed then, adjusting their position by sliding his right arm beneath her knee to deepen their union. Rose sob-cried in response, arching into him. With her eyes closed and her mouth open in quiet pleasure she was at her most beautiful and most alluring. He drove into her, wanting to find out what she liked best. “Rose!”

  It didn’t take many strokes to make her arch into him in bliss, to cry out softly, and, encouraged by her clenching muscles around him, he foll
owed her soon after, his world exploding into raindrops and her cries and her smiling face.

  Chapter 26

  The rain had slowed a little, but it was still pattering against the window panes, glittering in the candle light. The sound was unnaturally loud, even through the rushing in her ears and the sound of Dave trying to slow his breathing.

  He was propped on his elbows above her, careful not to settle his full weight on her. His eyes fluttered open and he laughed softly, giddily. The candle light made his skin shine warmly and sexily. Rose slid her legs down along his sides, giving him a squeeze for which he rewarded her with a groan. She ran her hands over his slick back and pulled him down onto her. She wanted to feel all of him against her own damp skin.