Of the Vortex Born: Chapter Twenty-four

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A/N:  Full on smutty chapter. NC-17.

Chapter Twenty-Four:  Impressive

As the first rush of lovemaking faded from Rose’s body, the Doctor took Rose’s earlier words as a challenge. So she wanted to be impressed, did she? He slid from her body but did not roll away from her. Instead he hovered above her then brought his mouth down on her left breast, his long and dexterous tongue coming out to run around the soft underside.

She tasted salty and sweet and he swirled his way backwards, making tiny circles across that tender, sensitive piece of flesh just beneath the curve. She shivered and tried to reach for him but he used one hand to press her back into place, his fingers almost, but not quite touching her other breast.

He dragged his tongue up from the underside and circled the outside of her areola in those same little twisting swirls, playing over the tiny bumps but completely ignoring the nipple as it rose ever higher in its neglected state. “Doctor,” Rose said and he stilled his mouth completely. She reached down and tried to move his head to where she wanted it but he wouldn’t budge.

When she released his head he pulled away long enough to look her in the eyes. He kissed beneath the nipple. “I told you.” He kissed the skin to the left side of the areola. “I,” and he kissed the right side, “Had,” and he dropped a kiss above it, “Plans.” And without warning he brought his mouth down on the nipple, his teeth just nipping at the tip and Rose let out a little scream, her hand going into the Doctor’s hair, the other fisting the bed sheets.

He alternated between rough nips and gentle laves and in less than a moment Rose was starting to lift her hips in his general direction. He stopped, sitting back on his haunches and staring at her for a moment. “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?” she complained. He stared at her breasts for a moment then resumed his ministrations on the other breast, repeating the process until she started bucking and then breaking off and pulling back to grin at her again.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” she muttered eyes narrowed.

“Maybe a little,” he said. She made a face and then reached between his legs, but he scrambled out of the way and her hand closed on nothing. He brought his hands up to her ribcage and began to stroke her sides with feather soft fingertips. She shivered at the ghosting touches across her ribs and he laughed then continued on up her arms, raising them above her head and stroking back down them, thumbs brushing her breasts and settling at her waist.

He dropped his mouth to her abdomen and began layering kisses across her middle, interspersed with long, languid licks that had her squirming and more than ready for him before he had any intention of carrying through. He edged his way backwards, kissing down the top of one thigh and then licking his way up the inside of it.

His nose just brushed the tips of her curls before his lips and tongue made their way down the inside of her other thigh, lingering at the bend of her knee. With her legs akimbo as they were, he had no difficulty getting access to the back of her knee. Running his tongue along the bend caused an involuntary kick.

“Why, Rose Tyler, are you ticklish on the back of your knees?” he asked pressing her leg upwards.

“I think I might be.” There was a slight gasp in her voice as he scraped his teeth along the tender skin there then wiggled his tongue along the groove.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked with a sensual smile.

“Don’t you dare!” She squirmed delightfully as he continued the beautiful torture and when he had her whimpering he slowly made his way back up the inside of her thigh, allowing her leg to come back on the bed and he settled seriously between her thighs. Very lightly his cool fingers reached forward to tickle the hairs for a moment before very gently parting the folds. He looked at her for a long moment and then very slowly and deliberately stretched out his tongue and stroked it against her clitoris.

Rose howled. She had been expecting him to tease and torment and not to go directly for the tiny bundle of nerves that had caused an orgasm to shoot right through her on his first touch. He was rather surprised himself, but kept his tongue darting back and forth as she rode the spasms, pushing one finger inside her and just brushing against that spot as she was beginning to come back down and she was off like a rocket going right back up again. She clenched so tightly around his finger he thought she might break it.

When it finally ended she was panting and he was looking at his finger, touching it gingerly to make sure it truly was still in one piece. He stuck his finger in his mouth, watching her expression as he slowly pulled it back out and then with a wicked grin he dove back down and worked his tongue between her folds and slid it gently into her entrance, tasting her fully.

He worked his tongue as far up inside her as he could then slid slowly back out over and over, driving her to distraction before pulling back out and putting his full concentration back on the little button. It was a slow drive this time, his tongue making long full sweeps as he detailed word after word of love in ancient Gallifreyan script, then switched to the Greek alphabet, and moved on to as many Chinese symbols as he could remember. Her hands were clutching at his hair when he started in on ancient Sanskrit and she was moaning indecipherable sounds of want and need and lust.

Finally she found her ability for speech and in a voice near tears she cried out, “Doctor, please!” She hit the bed with one of her fists and tugged hard against his hair with the other, pulling him almost savagely upwards. His yelp was drowned out by her, “Please!”

He wiped his mouth off as he scrambled upwards, sliding himself into her warmth. She whimpered and he brought his mouth down on hers, wrapping his arms underneath her back and pulling her against him tightly. His tongue slid into her mouth gently caressing her own as he moved slowly inside of her. She wrapped her legs up around his waist and met his movements, her hips pushing to meet his in that ever so gentle dance.

He explored her teeth and the roof of her mouth, swirled around her tongue and then began to thrust more firmly into her body. Suddenly Rose broke the kiss and flung herself sideways, overbalancing him and managing to roll all the way around so that she was now atop him and she stilled all of his motion. She clasped his hands and brought them up above his head, holding them there and slowly she began to rock her hips forward, the motion scraping across her clitoris as she did so. Then a quick thrust backwards, followed by a little circling motion and a return to the forward scraping again.

She concentrated fully on the experience and he could see beads of sweat coming out on her forehead. She was close and he knew that he could probably help her finish quicker but he was quite enthralled by her taking control. He wiggled his hands experimentally and she let go of his wrists. Immediately he raised them to her breasts and began to roll her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Rose gave a shake and moments later she was rolling over the edge again.

The Doctor had lost count on how many times Rose had orgasmed since beginning this little adventure of theirs, but he knew she’d had far more than he had and he wasn’t sure it was entirely fair. Rose seemed to be of that opinion as well, for when she recovered she began to tease him. She lifted herself upwards until just the tip of his length remained inside her and then she hovered, watching the expression on his face and waiting until his body bucked upwards, then she very, very slowly lowered herself back down.

He whimpered as she pulled off him, again just keeping the head barely in place and this time when he bucked she just grinned, holding herself off him until he begged, “Rose, need you now. Please!” Taking pity she slid herself back down until she rested firmly against his pelvis.

“You wanted something?” she asked cheekily.

“You know what I want,” he growled and using her own stealthy tactics managed to flip her back over on her back again. Before she knew what was happening he had her feet up over his shoulders and he was driving into her, hard thrust after hard thrust burying himself in her to the hilt and then pulling out completely.

He felt her fingernails digging into his arms as he pounded his way inside her body and then with a burst of concentration he expanded himself, filling her even fuller than before and she began to cry out his name. He moved one hand down to rub vigorously at her clit and in moments she was coming again and then finally he felt his own release begin to build and as she scraped her nails down his sides he shuddered, exploding into her with the force of a super nova, “Rose! My Rose!”

He released her legs and slid out of her, collapsing to the side and rolling onto his back. Rose moved into his body, throwing an arm and leg over him and he brought one arm up around her, kissing her hair and holding her close.

“I love you. I love you so much,” she told him.

“I love you, too, Rose,” he whispered.

“Doctor?” she said in a satisfied, cat that swallowed the canary voice.

“Yes, love?”

“You impressed me.”