Heat Wave (2/2)
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amberfocusTitle: Heat Wave (2/2)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut
Betas:jeprdyfrndly, ramblinsuze
Rating: Adult (This part not safe for work or school)
Summary: On the planet Orialis III, the Doctor succumbs to the heat that is Rose Tyler.
Author's Note: This fic was written as a birthday present for my long time beta and good friendamyo67. Happy Birthday, love.
Ch.1
Chapter Two
“Hello,” she murmured.
“Hello,” he practically stammered back. How was it possible for someone to make a simple word sound so sexy?
“Can’t sleep?” she asked.
“Wasn’t trying,” he lied. “You know I don’t…much,” he added.
“Not really all that sure of your bedroom habits,” she returned thoughtfully. She heard him gulp.
“I take it you couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“I did for a bit.” She shifted. “I got a bit sun-burned and I’m a little uncomfortable.”
“I could rub aloe on you,” he offered.
“Oh, I’d like that,” she said in as sensual a tone as she could manage. Just as he started to get up she said, “Later. Right now I’m just…hungry. What about you? Would you like something to…eat?” she asked, her voice positively indecent. The way he was looking at her, she thought she might just be on his menu of things to devour. She headed towards the little kitchen without waiting for an answer, but she heard him get up and trail behind her. From the soft little noise he was making, she was pretty sure he was watching the gentle sway of her bum beneath the barely concealing fabric.
She went to the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade that she’d made earlier with freshly squeezed lemons and pure cane sugar. She filled two tall glasses with ice, poured the lemonade then offered him one. She took a sip. “Umm…sweet.” She ran the glass over her forehead and then down between her breasts. The Doctor stared at its new position.
“What are you doing?” he gulped.
“It’s hot out here,” she murmured. “This cools me down.”
“Doesn’t do much for me,” he muttered.
“What?” she asked.
He put his lemonade on the back of his neck. “I said, ‘I’m still hot.’”
“Poor Doctor,” she said sympathetically. She took a sip then fished an ice cube out of her drink and set down the glass. She stepped forward and very slowly pressed the ice into his skin. He shivered but didn’t step away as she moved the little block of ice all over his chest. He nearly dropped his glass onto the counter and was lucky it didn’t shatter. “Better?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he squeaked.
She set the ice down and reached for his tie, loosening it then pulling it free. “What are you doing?” he said, as she pushed his suit coat off his shoulders.
“It occurs to me,” she said, taking the suit coat and folding it over the back of a chair, “that one of the reasons you are so hot,” she started working on his buttons, “is because you’re far too overdressed for this climate.” She undid his cuffs and pushed the shirt off, too, putting it with the other garment. He was still wearing a t-shirt and she giggled as she saw the emblem on the front of it.
“Sharktopus?” she said.
“It’s a guilty pleasure,” he admitted. “Besides that guy who stars in it seems incredibly familiar.”
“Um hmm,” Rose said. “Take it off.”
His intake of breath made her wonder if she’d gone too far, but then his hands crossed, caught at the hem and pulled the shirt up over his head. “I don’t know how you managed not to get sunburned,” she said, just barely keeping her hands from sliding through his chest hair.
“I can regulate that,” the Doctor said. “Comes from growing up under a binary star system. And having—.”
“Superior Time Lord physiology,” she interrupted.
“Of course.”
“Wouldn’t mind seeing a bit more of that superior Time Lord physiology,” she mumbled under her breath as she fished more ice out of her lemonade. She ran it from collarbone to collarbone and down between her breasts. When her hand came up again, the cube had completely melted.
The Doctor snatched her drink and quickly downed the rest of it. “That one was mine,” she said, indicating the full glass next to the empty one.
“Have mine,” the Doctor said, pushing it toward her.
She picked it up and took a few slow sips. “Still hot?” she asked.
“Getting hotter,” he replied. She smiled her cheekiest smile.
“We could go for a swim,” she said.
“Suits are all wet still,” he replied.
“No, they’ve dried,” she said. “But who says we need suits?”
She reached down and pulled the nightgown off over her head. She was wearing the tiniest scrap of fabric that could still qualify as knickers and it took him a moment to realize there was absolutely nothing covering her breasts. His mouth fell open. If he’d been a fish, he’d be flopping on dry land with no hope of ever making it back to the ocean.
“Rose, what are you trying to do to me?” he finally gasped. He’d given up trying to control his erection, instead letting it swell to its fullest.
She put out her hand, stroking him softly through the straining fabric. “I think you know the answer to that,” she murmured quietly.
“If it’s driving me a little insane, it’s working.”
“Good. Touch me.”
He swallowed hard and his hand reached out for her breast. As she moved into the touch, her hand still on him, he let out a tiny noise as he cradled the small mound of flesh. His thumb flicked over her nipple and she gave a soft whimper of contentment. His eyes sought permission from her before he kneeled down and let his questing tongue find the tip of her tightly risen bud.
It was electric, shooting through her, tightening her womb, and making her legs tremble all at the same time. She threw her head back, her hair cascading like a blonde waterfall behind her. One of the Doctor’s hands tangled in it, while the other one found her bum and gave the nearest globe a caress. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back as far as she could reach.
His tongue swirled in rough circles around the areola before swiping inwards again to test and tease her nipple. He nipped gently and she almost jumped out of her skin. She felt a rush of wetness flow to her sex, readying her for what she hoped would be the next step.
“Please kiss me,” she gasped out and he let go of her breast with a loud popping noise. He was on his feet in an instant, bending his head down to meet her lips. His kiss was soft, tender and hesitant. Rose felt no hesitation whatsoever. Her tongue darted out, flicking across his lips and he groaned, letting her in.
He pulled her tightly up against him as she explored his mouth. He tasted like lemons and sugar and something else she couldn’t quite identify, something almost, but not quite, like cinnamon. One of his hands moved back to the side of her breast while the other rested in the small of her back, drawing little circles there.
When she finally broke the kiss he said, “Can I make love to you?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said. Her voice was husky and almost as rough as sandpaper.
He took her hand and led her to the blessed coolness of the air-conditioned bedroom.
Rose lay down on the bed, but the Doctor hesitated to stare at her. She let him look his fill and when he was done, watched him remove his trousers and the overly expanded boxer briefs he was wearing beneath them. Her eyes widened at the slightly strange shape to him. “Still okay?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said. It’d be a tight fit, but she didn’t care. It was the Doctor and she had wanted this for so long.
“I can’t wear a condom,” he told her. “They don’t make them wide enough. But we’re not compatible that way, anyway.”
“Okay.” Rose was a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought about that at all in her lust for him.
She hooked her fingers in the sides of her knickers but the Doctor said, “No,” in a voice that was almost harsh. “Let me.” He climbed onto the bed beside her and she felt his mouth on her stomach, his breath hotter than she’d expected it to be as he kissed beneath her belly button.
He pulled gently, slipping them down over her hips and legs. “You are beautiful,” he said as he dropped the knickers to the floor. “I want to taste you.”
Rose immediately opened her legs. There was no pretense at coyness or shyness. The Doctor settled between them, his fingers reaching forward, spreading her wide. He took a deep breath and gazed lovingly at her, as if trying to memorize every nook and cranny of her most private place. Perhaps he was. She felt her legs trembling as he stared and her hips began to squirm.
He placed a hand flat on her belly, stilling her. He lowered his head and she felt him touch the tip of his tongue to her clit. The sudden touch made her jump, and if not for the hand holding her in place, she might have hit the ceiling. It had been a long time since she’d been touched this way and her body was unsure of what to do with the sensations that were suddenly overwhelming her brain.
The Doctor made a few more tiny licks before she settled down, letting the pleasure bathe her in its intensity. He got more serious, running his tongue in little circles around the base of her clit, sucking and pulling lightly at the hardened little button. He slid downward and she felt him at her entrance, his tongue darting inside so hard and so fast it took her breath away.
One hand made a fist in the sheet and the other sought out his silky locks. He made a noise under her touch that may or may not have been purring. It certainly rumbled against her. His tongue had been sliding in and out of her and now he used his whole mouth to suck everything inside. No one had ever done that before and a whole new wave of desire crashed through her.
The Doctor went back to working on her clit, his index finger slipping inside her. A moment later he added a second finger and began to work them in and out. She felt the beginning of the rise that led to orgasm when he suddenly pushed a third finger inside of her. She gasped at the sudden fullness and slight discomfort. His hand stilled.
“You okay?”
“I…I think so.”
“I’m sorry if it’s too much,” he said. “I… have to stretch you or you’ll never take me.” The blush on his cheeks made her forget the moment of almost pain.
“Just go slow,” she said. “Let me get used to you before you start moving your hand again.”
He nodded and rested his cheek against her thigh while he reached up with his free hand and began playing with her breast. He cupped and squeezed it then ran his fingertips in whisper soft circles around it, slowly arrowing in on the nipple before widening the circles. He repeated it again and again and then moved his attention back to her clit.
His tongue began its work again, and Rose could feel another wave of her body’s lubrication letting down. The Doctor felt it, too, because he began to slowly move his fingers within her. He widened them first, pushing a little in each direction and twisting. He began to move them in and out, as if he were making love to her. As his fingers slid more and more easily Rose felt the tenseness leave her body and she began to get lost in the feelings again.
“I need to add another finger,” he said. “Can you take it?”
For a moment she was frightened, but she’d seen the thickness of him and he was right. If she was going to take him, take all of him, she’d need to be prepared. And she wanted him more desperately than she had ever wanted any man in her life. “Yeah, okay, just be gentle,” she said. She forced herself to stay relaxed.
The Doctor twisted his hand, making the fingers that were already inside her as small as possible before slipping in the fourth. Rose cried out to God in a deeply groaning voice as he began to expand his fingers. He was careful and slow and his tongue dashed into a maddening rhythm against her clit.
She said his name, her fingers back in his hair, almost pulling it. The urge to come was starting to overwhelm her. He began to widen his fingers again and she gasped and bit her lip. He brushed against a spot inside her that fired pleasure through her entire body. “Yes,” she hissed. “Please, more.” He stroked the spot over and over and she thought she might die from the shockwaves that began ripping through her as her orgasm exploded.
She clenched down on his hand over and over again, the power of her contractions stronger than anything she’d ever known. He held it still within her and continued to lick and suck and circle her clit. She thrashed and pulled at the sheet, making one corner come loose. The noises coming out of her were sharp and animalistic. She felt like she was going out of her mind at the pure bliss of the moment, of the Doctor making her come like she had dreamed about so many times. Except her dreams had never even been close to the reality.
As she came back to herself, her body went limp. “That was amazing,” she told him as peered up at her. Gently, he pulled his fingers out of her and she nearly cried out at the loss. He had filled her so tightly that the emptiness suddenly felt wrong. He licked across her opening a few more times. “I love the way you taste,” he told her. She blushed at his words.
She wanted to suck him, to return the favor, but she knew she’d never get him into her mouth. She could certainly lick him and use her fingers to bring him pleasure, though. She was contemplating how she would go about it when she could barely move, her body so saturated with the pleasure he had given her. He didn’t seem to want it, though, instead moving up her body and nestling the head of his penis against her entrance.
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” he said. He pushed in and her eyes widened. He was filling her slowly, inch by inch, and she could feel him expanding her even more than his hand had. He wasn’t very long, about the length of his middle finger, but he certainly made up for it in width. He sank himself to the root and hovered above her, waiting. She contracted around him, an involuntary movement that made him groan.
“Try moving,” she said when she had become accustomed to his size.
Slowly, he began to glide in and out, his eyes on her face, watching for any sign of pain. She was so slick that he was only hindered for the first few moments and then he was able to set up a slow but steady rhythm within her. It was different from anything she’d ever felt before, the tightness, the heat. She was surprised at how warm he was. Usually he was quite a bit cooler than her, but he seemed to burn with the desire between them.
He finally lowered himself all the way onto her and she found his lips as his face neared hers. He drove his tongue into her mouth, this time leading the kiss as he swiped and swirled and circled about her. There was no languidness to the kiss, it was hot, hard, fast and intense. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, trying to draw him even closer. Shifting her pelvis beneath him, she took him deeper and he let out a little cry at the suddenness of it as he sunk further inside her.
She swallowed his cry within their kiss, as she matched the movement of his tongue with her own quiet desperation. She felt herself loosening around him enough that she was able to move her hips, to begin to participate in the gentle push-pull of their lovemaking.
The Doctor pulled his mouth away from hers and said, “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to keep things slow.”
She raised her pelvis into his deliberately and he said, “Rose.” She did it again and he broke, his movements speeding up within her. He shoved further in then pulled back and plunged forward again. Rose met his movements thrust for thrust. She could feel the need to come again and she began to whimper.
The Doctor’s mouth found her neck and he sucked against the pulse point. She threw her head back as far as she could, granting him better access as he worried the little throbbing in her throat. Her breaths came faster and faster and he moved his tongue up to her ear, playing with the lobe, nipping softly before circling up to the shell. “Come for me,” he said in a hot, heavy voice that brooked no argument. “Come undone.”
As if his words were all that she was waiting for, her orgasm crashed through her. Wave after wave of bliss and light echoed through her body. He continued to push into her as she tightened around him. She cried out his name, babbled other things that she wasn’t sure were even words, and held onto his upper arms for dear life. She felt electrified and all she knew was that this was the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt.
The Doctor grunted and she was suddenly awash with his sperm as it flooded into her. Time and again he filled her until she was beginning to wonder if he’d stored it up for the entire 900 years of his life. Finally he shuddered to a halt, his body collapsing on top of her. She took his full weight, not wanting him to move, not sure if she even could. Slowly he began to soften and then he slipped out of her.
She stroked his sweaty back and hair and he nuzzled his face into her neck. After a while, he turned them onto their sides and held her close to him. “Never felt something so wonderful before,” he admitted to her.
She smiled against his hair. “Me, either, but I think we need to wait until morning before we try it again.” He laughed and hugged her tighter. “Need to breathe, Doctor.” He let her go reluctantly flopping onto his back. She snuggled into his side, kissing it first.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he asked her.
“Because the last you was too dense to pick up on my signals,” she told him tartly.
The Doctor seemed stunned. “You mean, even then?”
“I’ve loved you for a very long time,” she told him matter-of-factly.
“It’s just as well, though, that we didn’t. The last me would have broken you in half.”
Rose laughed. “You think you’re so impressive.”
He stroked her hair. “I think you’re so impressive,” he told her seriously. “And I…well, I’ve loved you that long, too.”
“I know,” she said quietly. She reached down and took his penis in her hand. It began to harden almost immediately.
“I thought you wanted to wait until morning,” he said.
“For that, yes…” She smiled wickedly as she slid down his body. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.” And with that, she paid him back in kind for his earlier skilled use of his tongue.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut
Betas:
jeprdyfrndly, ramblinsuzeRating: Adult (This part not safe for work or school)
Summary: On the planet Orialis III, the Doctor succumbs to the heat that is Rose Tyler.
Author's Note: This fic was written as a birthday present for my long time beta and good friend
amyo67. Happy Birthday, love.Ch.1
“Hello,” she murmured.
“Hello,” he practically stammered back. How was it possible for someone to make a simple word sound so sexy?
“Can’t sleep?” she asked.
“Wasn’t trying,” he lied. “You know I don’t…much,” he added.
“Not really all that sure of your bedroom habits,” she returned thoughtfully. She heard him gulp.
“I take it you couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“I did for a bit.” She shifted. “I got a bit sun-burned and I’m a little uncomfortable.”
“I could rub aloe on you,” he offered.
“Oh, I’d like that,” she said in as sensual a tone as she could manage. Just as he started to get up she said, “Later. Right now I’m just…hungry. What about you? Would you like something to…eat?” she asked, her voice positively indecent. The way he was looking at her, she thought she might just be on his menu of things to devour. She headed towards the little kitchen without waiting for an answer, but she heard him get up and trail behind her. From the soft little noise he was making, she was pretty sure he was watching the gentle sway of her bum beneath the barely concealing fabric.
She went to the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade that she’d made earlier with freshly squeezed lemons and pure cane sugar. She filled two tall glasses with ice, poured the lemonade then offered him one. She took a sip. “Umm…sweet.” She ran the glass over her forehead and then down between her breasts. The Doctor stared at its new position.
“What are you doing?” he gulped.
“It’s hot out here,” she murmured. “This cools me down.”
“Doesn’t do much for me,” he muttered.
“What?” she asked.
He put his lemonade on the back of his neck. “I said, ‘I’m still hot.’”
“Poor Doctor,” she said sympathetically. She took a sip then fished an ice cube out of her drink and set down the glass. She stepped forward and very slowly pressed the ice into his skin. He shivered but didn’t step away as she moved the little block of ice all over his chest. He nearly dropped his glass onto the counter and was lucky it didn’t shatter. “Better?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he squeaked.
She set the ice down and reached for his tie, loosening it then pulling it free. “What are you doing?” he said, as she pushed his suit coat off his shoulders.
“It occurs to me,” she said, taking the suit coat and folding it over the back of a chair, “that one of the reasons you are so hot,” she started working on his buttons, “is because you’re far too overdressed for this climate.” She undid his cuffs and pushed the shirt off, too, putting it with the other garment. He was still wearing a t-shirt and she giggled as she saw the emblem on the front of it.
“Sharktopus?” she said.
“It’s a guilty pleasure,” he admitted. “Besides that guy who stars in it seems incredibly familiar.”
“Um hmm,” Rose said. “Take it off.”
His intake of breath made her wonder if she’d gone too far, but then his hands crossed, caught at the hem and pulled the shirt up over his head. “I don’t know how you managed not to get sunburned,” she said, just barely keeping her hands from sliding through his chest hair.
“I can regulate that,” the Doctor said. “Comes from growing up under a binary star system. And having—.”
“Superior Time Lord physiology,” she interrupted.
“Of course.”
“Wouldn’t mind seeing a bit more of that superior Time Lord physiology,” she mumbled under her breath as she fished more ice out of her lemonade. She ran it from collarbone to collarbone and down between her breasts. When her hand came up again, the cube had completely melted.
The Doctor snatched her drink and quickly downed the rest of it. “That one was mine,” she said, indicating the full glass next to the empty one.
“Have mine,” the Doctor said, pushing it toward her.
She picked it up and took a few slow sips. “Still hot?” she asked.
“Getting hotter,” he replied. She smiled her cheekiest smile.
“We could go for a swim,” she said.
“Suits are all wet still,” he replied.
“No, they’ve dried,” she said. “But who says we need suits?”
She reached down and pulled the nightgown off over her head. She was wearing the tiniest scrap of fabric that could still qualify as knickers and it took him a moment to realize there was absolutely nothing covering her breasts. His mouth fell open. If he’d been a fish, he’d be flopping on dry land with no hope of ever making it back to the ocean.
“Rose, what are you trying to do to me?” he finally gasped. He’d given up trying to control his erection, instead letting it swell to its fullest.
She put out her hand, stroking him softly through the straining fabric. “I think you know the answer to that,” she murmured quietly.
“If it’s driving me a little insane, it’s working.”
“Good. Touch me.”
He swallowed hard and his hand reached out for her breast. As she moved into the touch, her hand still on him, he let out a tiny noise as he cradled the small mound of flesh. His thumb flicked over her nipple and she gave a soft whimper of contentment. His eyes sought permission from her before he kneeled down and let his questing tongue find the tip of her tightly risen bud.
It was electric, shooting through her, tightening her womb, and making her legs tremble all at the same time. She threw her head back, her hair cascading like a blonde waterfall behind her. One of the Doctor’s hands tangled in it, while the other one found her bum and gave the nearest globe a caress. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back as far as she could reach.
His tongue swirled in rough circles around the areola before swiping inwards again to test and tease her nipple. He nipped gently and she almost jumped out of her skin. She felt a rush of wetness flow to her sex, readying her for what she hoped would be the next step.
“Please kiss me,” she gasped out and he let go of her breast with a loud popping noise. He was on his feet in an instant, bending his head down to meet her lips. His kiss was soft, tender and hesitant. Rose felt no hesitation whatsoever. Her tongue darted out, flicking across his lips and he groaned, letting her in.
He pulled her tightly up against him as she explored his mouth. He tasted like lemons and sugar and something else she couldn’t quite identify, something almost, but not quite, like cinnamon. One of his hands moved back to the side of her breast while the other rested in the small of her back, drawing little circles there.
When she finally broke the kiss he said, “Can I make love to you?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said. Her voice was husky and almost as rough as sandpaper.
He took her hand and led her to the blessed coolness of the air-conditioned bedroom.
Rose lay down on the bed, but the Doctor hesitated to stare at her. She let him look his fill and when he was done, watched him remove his trousers and the overly expanded boxer briefs he was wearing beneath them. Her eyes widened at the slightly strange shape to him. “Still okay?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said. It’d be a tight fit, but she didn’t care. It was the Doctor and she had wanted this for so long.
“I can’t wear a condom,” he told her. “They don’t make them wide enough. But we’re not compatible that way, anyway.”
“Okay.” Rose was a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought about that at all in her lust for him.
She hooked her fingers in the sides of her knickers but the Doctor said, “No,” in a voice that was almost harsh. “Let me.” He climbed onto the bed beside her and she felt his mouth on her stomach, his breath hotter than she’d expected it to be as he kissed beneath her belly button.
He pulled gently, slipping them down over her hips and legs. “You are beautiful,” he said as he dropped the knickers to the floor. “I want to taste you.”
Rose immediately opened her legs. There was no pretense at coyness or shyness. The Doctor settled between them, his fingers reaching forward, spreading her wide. He took a deep breath and gazed lovingly at her, as if trying to memorize every nook and cranny of her most private place. Perhaps he was. She felt her legs trembling as he stared and her hips began to squirm.
He placed a hand flat on her belly, stilling her. He lowered his head and she felt him touch the tip of his tongue to her clit. The sudden touch made her jump, and if not for the hand holding her in place, she might have hit the ceiling. It had been a long time since she’d been touched this way and her body was unsure of what to do with the sensations that were suddenly overwhelming her brain.
The Doctor made a few more tiny licks before she settled down, letting the pleasure bathe her in its intensity. He got more serious, running his tongue in little circles around the base of her clit, sucking and pulling lightly at the hardened little button. He slid downward and she felt him at her entrance, his tongue darting inside so hard and so fast it took her breath away.
One hand made a fist in the sheet and the other sought out his silky locks. He made a noise under her touch that may or may not have been purring. It certainly rumbled against her. His tongue had been sliding in and out of her and now he used his whole mouth to suck everything inside. No one had ever done that before and a whole new wave of desire crashed through her.
The Doctor went back to working on her clit, his index finger slipping inside her. A moment later he added a second finger and began to work them in and out. She felt the beginning of the rise that led to orgasm when he suddenly pushed a third finger inside of her. She gasped at the sudden fullness and slight discomfort. His hand stilled.
“You okay?”
“I…I think so.”
“I’m sorry if it’s too much,” he said. “I… have to stretch you or you’ll never take me.” The blush on his cheeks made her forget the moment of almost pain.
“Just go slow,” she said. “Let me get used to you before you start moving your hand again.”
He nodded and rested his cheek against her thigh while he reached up with his free hand and began playing with her breast. He cupped and squeezed it then ran his fingertips in whisper soft circles around it, slowly arrowing in on the nipple before widening the circles. He repeated it again and again and then moved his attention back to her clit.
His tongue began its work again, and Rose could feel another wave of her body’s lubrication letting down. The Doctor felt it, too, because he began to slowly move his fingers within her. He widened them first, pushing a little in each direction and twisting. He began to move them in and out, as if he were making love to her. As his fingers slid more and more easily Rose felt the tenseness leave her body and she began to get lost in the feelings again.
“I need to add another finger,” he said. “Can you take it?”
For a moment she was frightened, but she’d seen the thickness of him and he was right. If she was going to take him, take all of him, she’d need to be prepared. And she wanted him more desperately than she had ever wanted any man in her life. “Yeah, okay, just be gentle,” she said. She forced herself to stay relaxed.
The Doctor twisted his hand, making the fingers that were already inside her as small as possible before slipping in the fourth. Rose cried out to God in a deeply groaning voice as he began to expand his fingers. He was careful and slow and his tongue dashed into a maddening rhythm against her clit.
She said his name, her fingers back in his hair, almost pulling it. The urge to come was starting to overwhelm her. He began to widen his fingers again and she gasped and bit her lip. He brushed against a spot inside her that fired pleasure through her entire body. “Yes,” she hissed. “Please, more.” He stroked the spot over and over and she thought she might die from the shockwaves that began ripping through her as her orgasm exploded.
She clenched down on his hand over and over again, the power of her contractions stronger than anything she’d ever known. He held it still within her and continued to lick and suck and circle her clit. She thrashed and pulled at the sheet, making one corner come loose. The noises coming out of her were sharp and animalistic. She felt like she was going out of her mind at the pure bliss of the moment, of the Doctor making her come like she had dreamed about so many times. Except her dreams had never even been close to the reality.
As she came back to herself, her body went limp. “That was amazing,” she told him as peered up at her. Gently, he pulled his fingers out of her and she nearly cried out at the loss. He had filled her so tightly that the emptiness suddenly felt wrong. He licked across her opening a few more times. “I love the way you taste,” he told her. She blushed at his words.
She wanted to suck him, to return the favor, but she knew she’d never get him into her mouth. She could certainly lick him and use her fingers to bring him pleasure, though. She was contemplating how she would go about it when she could barely move, her body so saturated with the pleasure he had given her. He didn’t seem to want it, though, instead moving up her body and nestling the head of his penis against her entrance.
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” he said. He pushed in and her eyes widened. He was filling her slowly, inch by inch, and she could feel him expanding her even more than his hand had. He wasn’t very long, about the length of his middle finger, but he certainly made up for it in width. He sank himself to the root and hovered above her, waiting. She contracted around him, an involuntary movement that made him groan.
“Try moving,” she said when she had become accustomed to his size.
Slowly, he began to glide in and out, his eyes on her face, watching for any sign of pain. She was so slick that he was only hindered for the first few moments and then he was able to set up a slow but steady rhythm within her. It was different from anything she’d ever felt before, the tightness, the heat. She was surprised at how warm he was. Usually he was quite a bit cooler than her, but he seemed to burn with the desire between them.
He finally lowered himself all the way onto her and she found his lips as his face neared hers. He drove his tongue into her mouth, this time leading the kiss as he swiped and swirled and circled about her. There was no languidness to the kiss, it was hot, hard, fast and intense. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, trying to draw him even closer. Shifting her pelvis beneath him, she took him deeper and he let out a little cry at the suddenness of it as he sunk further inside her.
She swallowed his cry within their kiss, as she matched the movement of his tongue with her own quiet desperation. She felt herself loosening around him enough that she was able to move her hips, to begin to participate in the gentle push-pull of their lovemaking.
The Doctor pulled his mouth away from hers and said, “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to keep things slow.”
She raised her pelvis into his deliberately and he said, “Rose.” She did it again and he broke, his movements speeding up within her. He shoved further in then pulled back and plunged forward again. Rose met his movements thrust for thrust. She could feel the need to come again and she began to whimper.
The Doctor’s mouth found her neck and he sucked against the pulse point. She threw her head back as far as she could, granting him better access as he worried the little throbbing in her throat. Her breaths came faster and faster and he moved his tongue up to her ear, playing with the lobe, nipping softly before circling up to the shell. “Come for me,” he said in a hot, heavy voice that brooked no argument. “Come undone.”
As if his words were all that she was waiting for, her orgasm crashed through her. Wave after wave of bliss and light echoed through her body. He continued to push into her as she tightened around him. She cried out his name, babbled other things that she wasn’t sure were even words, and held onto his upper arms for dear life. She felt electrified and all she knew was that this was the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt.
The Doctor grunted and she was suddenly awash with his sperm as it flooded into her. Time and again he filled her until she was beginning to wonder if he’d stored it up for the entire 900 years of his life. Finally he shuddered to a halt, his body collapsing on top of her. She took his full weight, not wanting him to move, not sure if she even could. Slowly he began to soften and then he slipped out of her.
She stroked his sweaty back and hair and he nuzzled his face into her neck. After a while, he turned them onto their sides and held her close to him. “Never felt something so wonderful before,” he admitted to her.
She smiled against his hair. “Me, either, but I think we need to wait until morning before we try it again.” He laughed and hugged her tighter. “Need to breathe, Doctor.” He let her go reluctantly flopping onto his back. She snuggled into his side, kissing it first.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he asked her.
“Because the last you was too dense to pick up on my signals,” she told him tartly.
The Doctor seemed stunned. “You mean, even then?”
“I’ve loved you for a very long time,” she told him matter-of-factly.
“It’s just as well, though, that we didn’t. The last me would have broken you in half.”
Rose laughed. “You think you’re so impressive.”
He stroked her hair. “I think you’re so impressive,” he told her seriously. “And I…well, I’ve loved you that long, too.”
“I know,” she said quietly. She reached down and took his penis in her hand. It began to harden almost immediately.
“I thought you wanted to wait until morning,” he said.
“For that, yes…” She smiled wickedly as she slid down his body. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.” And with that, she paid him back in kind for his earlier skilled use of his tongue.
