Wolf Moon: Chapter Twenty-Two
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A/N: This chapter be NC-17
Relieving the Pressure
The Doctor was drawing circles on Rose’s back with one hand and his other hand rested caressingly on her hip as they swayed to the music. Her arms held him tightly to her chest and her head rested against one shoulder. The moment was perfect and neither of them wanted it to ever end, except for the fact of what it would mean for them when it did. When at last the piercing beep of Rose’s watch alarm went off they stepped back from each other.
Looking deeply into her eyes he took her face in his hands and kissed her briefly, barely brushing the tip of her tongue with his own then taking her hand in his as he led her back the way they had come. Outside his bedroom door he hesitated and caught her eyes again. Rose hoped he was done with asking her if she was sure. Oh, he hadn’t asked in words but in looks, but she’d known all the same. She had never been surer of anything and she let her eyes tell him this.
He led her into his room and she smiled as he sat on the bed and removed his boots. He pulled her between his knees and reached around to lower the zipper of her dress. He took his time, his finger brushing feather soft against the newly exposed skin until the zipper was down to her hips and then he raised his hands to her shoulders, slowly pushing the straps down her arms inch by inch. At last she pulled her arms out and allowed the dress to fall in a puddle at her feet.
His eyes darkened as he took her in. Her high, firm breasts were held up in a strapless, red, satin bra that barely covered her nipples. The upper edge of the cups was trimmed in black lace. She watched his eyes trace down the smooth expanse of her stomach to the matching set of knickers then down to the heels she still wore. He reached down for her left foot and she raised it enough for him to remove the shoe and when she stepped down he repeated the process.
Very slowly he began to roll her stockings down and by the time he’d reached her ankles she was aching with want for him. She stepped out of the hose and he ran his fingers lightly up her legs and thighs, resting on her waist, moving his thumbs in little swirls in the soft flesh there. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, his voice an octave lower than normal.
She reached out and caressed the side of his face and trailed her fingers down to his shoulder, across his collarbone to the neck of his dress shirt and the exposed V of skin there. She ran her fingers across it before working open the first button with one hand. Her impatience added both hands for the remaining buttons and when the shirt was fully open she pushed it quickly from his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and looked up at her to see what she would do next.
Rose reached down and grabbed his belt loops. “Up, please,” she told him.
He stood and she made short work of his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down the zip. She tugged them off him, as quick as he’d been slow. She pushed him back onto the bed and reached for his feet, pulling his socks off. He moved onto the bed further, settling himself in the middle. For a moment Rose felt shy but her eyes were inextricably drawn back to his body clad only in the blue boxer briefs.
Her eyes devoured the lean muscles of his torso, the sharp angles and planes, and the obvious strength of him. She watched the muscles on his arms ripple as he stirred under her gaze and she shifted to look at his hands. Hands she adored with their long tapered fingers that held her own hand so perfectly in his. His thighs were well muscled, his calves amazingly defined, and his feet slender, beautiful, and ending in amazingly long toes. She’d seen them before, his toes, but she had not taken the time to really marvel at their perfection. Her mind had been rather busy worrying about his state of unconsciousness at the time.
With a sigh she settled herself on the bed beside him and raised her lips to his. He pulled her into his arms and took her mouth slowly, sucking softly on her lower lip, running his tongue just inside it and making her shiver at the sensation. He nipped lightly and she jerked against him, then he released the bottom lip and stroked his tongue forward against hers.
Her nipples hardened against him and she could feel his doing the same. She raised her hand and wiggled it between them, idly stroking one of the little peaks on his chest. He purred into her mouth at that and she smiled. Then he deepened the kiss still further and as she circled his nipple more quickly he slid his tongue more rapidly around hers. She played with the nub and whatever she did, his tongue echoed in her mouth.
When he brought his own hand out of where it had tangled in her hair to rest it lightly against her breast she jolted against him. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the side of her jaw, following the line backwards until he reached her throat and then moving along to the pulse point where he licked and sucked before moving on to her shoulder where without warning he suddenly bit down.
Rose gasped out a little scream and her body bucked into his. It wasn’t a playful nip, not even close. She wondered if he’d broken the skin and yet she didn’t even consider making him stop as his tongue laved against the spot he’d just assaulted. She moaned at the rush of sensations that roiled through her stomach and groin at his attentions. He was making her feel amazing but she brought herself sharply back into focus. This wasn’t supposed to be about her. This was supposed to be about giving him pleasure.
She slid her hand from his pectoral muscle down to the waistband of his underpants. She hesitated, not quite brave enough yet to dip below them, so she slowly moved her hand down over the top of the fabric and across his manhood. He froze against her, growled her name and returned his lips to hers where he took her mouth forcefully.
Lightly Rose stroked his shaft and marveled at just how quickly it was growing under her hand. He’d been mostly hard from the time they’d started dancing but now he was stiffening into steel and she wanted nothing more than to hold him. She grasped him through the material and he responded by battling with her tongue. She moved her hand up and down his length, not yet willing to look and see just how well endowed he actually was. Not that she cared really, but she was somewhat curious to see what she was in for down the road.
She slid her hand downwards and onto one thigh, bringing her fingers under the leg hole of his boxer briefs and creeping underneath the fabric. This time when she touched the bare skin of his shaft he jerked and groaned against her mouth and broke the kiss, panting a little bit. “Rose,” he mumbled as he tilted his head back. She wrapped her hand around him and gently stroked up to the tip. She didn’t find any kind of foreskin nor did she find a circumcision scar of any sort but the head was swollen more so than the shaft and she ran her fingernails lightly along the underside of the head. “Rose,” he muttered again.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss his throat. Finding the double pulse point she licked it and then began to suck. Her index finger crept up to the top of his penis and dipped into the little indentation there, gently circling around it, feeling the leaking moisture exuded there. She used it to lubricate her hand and then slid it back down his length to the root. She stroked him softly for several minutes and nipped and sucked at his throat until she’d left quite a prominent bruise on him.
Rose let go of his shaft and he whimpered. Her fingers nestled in the curls and then very carefully she grasped a tiny bit of the hair there and pulled. He bucked. She repeated the process a few times in different places, smiling in delight at his continued response. When she’d tired of this activity she lowered her hands, seeking out the sack beneath. Gently she cradled his balls, marveling at the heft. She’d been unsure what to expect, wondering if he might not even have them. She ought to have known better. No one had bigger cohones than the Doctor. Figured it would carry through in real terms as well.
As she gently felt her way around she did discern that he seemed to have four testicles instead of two, paired up on either side. Ah, so that accounted for the size, then. Carefully she stroked him until he was twitching, his erection threatening to burst through the boxer briefs as it strained for escape.
“Rose, please,” he said in a voice thick with passion. Rose released his balls and moved her hand upwards again, running her thumb over the tip and gathering copious amounts of pre-ejaculate to rub down his length. She gripped him tightly and began a steady up and down rhythm, her eyes turning to watch his face as she stroked him. Sweat broke out on the Doctor’s forehead and his face was lost in blissful pleasure as Rose slowly built her speed.
She inveigled her other hand up inside his other leg hole and cupped his balls in her hand again. She could feel the pressure building up under both hands and she increased her pace yet again, adding a twist of her wrist at the top of each stroke, just beneath the head of his shaft.
And then his whole body stiffened, tightened, his face scrunched up and he gave out a wordless yell. Her hand was bathed in what seemed like an enormous amount of fluid as his body jerked and jerked, his length continuing to spurt well beyond what she was used to in a man. It took him a full minute to empty his reservoirs and heat flashed through her as she wondered how it would have felt if he’d emptied it inside her. She twinged down low at the thought.
The Doctor was panting as he came down from his orgasm and the look he turned on her when he could open his eyes was one of wonder and almost terror at how she’d made him come undone. She smiled at him and then removed her hands from his underwear. She needed to wash. He’d need to change.
“Back in a moment,” she said and rose. She made her way hastily into his bathroom and turned on the sink faucet. Slowly she washed the evidence of their activity away. She fingered the bite mark on her shoulder. He had broken the skin and it was bruising to a vivid blue around the tooth marks. She wondered why it didn’t bother her at all to bear his mark. Perhaps because it had felt right when he’d done it. She sighed and shook her head at her own reaction. When she finally returned to him he watched her with heavy eyes. The front of his boxer briefs were completely soaked.
“Go get cleaned up,” she said, “Before that turns into some uncomfortable kind of glue.”
He rose somewhat unsteadily and gave a slight laugh, stopped briefly at his bureau to retrieve a clean pair of underwear and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he returned to the bedroom, frowning at her when he saw that she’d put her dress back on.
“Rose?” he said softly. “What’s this?” He fingered the strap on one shoulder.
“Doctor, I wanted to do this for you but you don’t have to do anything for me,” she told him. “It was for your pleasure, to relieve the tension.”
“Rose,” he began with a frown. “That’s not fair.”
“Not about fair, Doctor. It was about what you needed.”
“But what about what you need?” he wondered.
“I’m fine now. You don’t have to,” she said not meeting his eyes.
He put his fingers under her chin and raised her head. “Rose, I want to. It will give me pleasure to please you,” he told her solemnly. “Don’t take that from me.” He took her hands and lifted her to her feet and rapidly stripped off the dress and then he was picking her up and tossing her into the middle of the bed. She squealed as he crawled onto the bed at her feet and made his way up her body, his knees nudging her legs apart as he kissed his way up her thighs.
He settled himself against her groin and pulled her upper body against his chest. He brought his mouth crashing down on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth and vigorously going to work exploring her crevices and plundering her treasures. He’d pull back from time to time to lightly bite at her lip and when he at last tired of that he let his lips trail up to her ear. He nibbled at the lobe before bringing his tongue around in a long stroke up the backside of her ear, back around to the front and then allowed it to search out all the nooks and crannies inside.
Rose went wild. She couldn’t remember a man ever having done that to her ears before. Not that there had been many men. Still it was an undiscovered pleasure and she thrust her hips upwards against the Doctor’s groin. He laughed and when he eventually deserted her ear she whimpered. But he was kissing his way down her neck, across her throat and up the other side to treat the other ear with even more abandon than the first one.
When he tired of her ears his tongue moved down to caress her collarbones, swirling in the little indentations before licking down between her breasts. She moaned as his pelvis moved away from hers but then his hands were on her breasts and he very slowly pulled the cups down, all the while looking in her eyes to gage her reaction. When she didn’t complain or tell him to stop he dropped his gaze to her chest and then without warning his mouth had descended on the right nipple, sucking it so hard that she felt it in both her clitoris and her navel.
His hands kneaded at the flesh of her breasts, at first gently and then with more and more force. He pulled his mouth away and kept his eyes locked with hers, watched her face to make sure he was giving her pleasure and not pain as he caressed, squeezed, molded, loved the little mountains under his palms. After several minutes of making her moan he buried his face between them and nuzzled, scraping the roughness of his day’s growth of beard along the valley and making her shiver.
The fingers of his left hand focused on the nipple of her right breast and he turned his mouth and tongue to the right one, circling, swirling, laving and finally biting down, though not as harshly as he’d done with her shoulder. Rose bucked and screamed against him and crashed into an orgasm that took her by complete surprise. He didn’t let up on the pressure against her nipple until her thrashing stopped and then he pulled off and grinned at her with an immensely smug expression on his face.
“Didn’t know I could do that,” Rose said when she was able to speak again.
“I think I did that,” he said excessively pleased with himself. Then he ran his hands down her ribcage, across her stomach and across her knickers. He fingered the elastic of her waistband. “You know this would be much easier without this scrap of satin and lace in the way,” he told her.
“I’m not--.” Her voice broke and she had to stop.
“Shh,” he told her. “It’s okay. If you’re not ready, I can work around it.”
“Doctor, you don’t have to…you’ve already done…”
“I told you I want to, Rose Tyler, so stop arguing with me unless you’re saying no to me,” he said sternly.
“I’m not saying no to you,” she said breathlessly and his hands slid beneath the leg holes of her knickers. She wasn’t sure she could ever say no to him again as his cool fingers gently opened the moist folds of her womanhood. Ever so gently he brushed a fingertip against her clitoris and began to stroke it softly. It stood up to attention begging for more of his delicate caresses, while a second fingertip slid slowly across the slick opening to her center.
He teased back and forth across it while watching her face intently. She smiled at him and nodded and he eased his finger inside her body. She gave one spasmodic clench around him and then he began to slide easily into her and then back out of her. “More,” she told him. He glanced at her in surprise but on his next glide inwards he added a second finger and she moaned at him. “Yes,” she sighed.
He wiggled his fingers a bit until he located the spot that made her gasp and then he started to thrust a little harder making sure to brush against it each time he entered and withdrew. His index finger continued to stroke against the tiny bundle of nerves outside in sync with his fingers and as they sped up Rose began to pant and her eyes narrowed to his face, watching him as he watched her, waiting for the moment when he would push her over the brink.
As her eyes began to lose focus he pushed that much more towards her release, willing it with his mind. Her eyes widened and then she went hurtling over the cliff and she was falling and falling and falling down hard and fast as everything tensed, contracted, clamped down, tightened, clenched around him as well as in every other muscle of her body. She howled his name loudly and as he watched her come undone the desire for forever with this woman slammed into him.
When she had finished he eased his way out of her body and sat up, watching her face. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving. He put his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, reveling in the taste that was Rose. He crawled up the bed and rested beside her, taking her gently into his arms. “Thank you,” she whispered and curled into him. He kissed her forehead.
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Date: 2008-02-23 06:31 am (UTC)*clutching sides with glee* Best. Line. Ever!
As for the rest of it... *sprays self with fire extinguisher* Woo, that was close! ;) Really, really nicely written - hot and sweet and just perfectly them and just about everything you could possibly want to take care of some of that incendiary UST! ;) *applause* Loved it and now I'm looking forward to the big, upcoming quest! :D ♥!
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Date: 2008-02-23 06:38 am (UTC)Questing should start soon. I haven't quite finished the next chapter yet, but they are about to land on the drayguins homeworld so not long now.