Treading Water (3/3)
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amberfocusA/N: Trying to post properly one more time. Not work or child friendly. NC-17 from line one.
Chapter Three
The Doctor positions himself at her opening, his penis nestling against her for a brief moment as he aligns himself with her. He pushes into her body slowly but steadily, stretching her beyond what his fingers have done. She is slick and ready for him, he has made sure of that. Once he is inside her he stands without moving, locks his eyes with hers, then reaches forward and strokes her clit. It only takes a minute and the orgasm that had built with his oral attentions crashes through her now with amazing force. As she tightens around him, he revels in the feeling, the spasms gripping his shaft hard then releasing it in sequence. The sensations shake through him, feeding energy throughout his system and causing the rise of his pheromones.
Rose is weak, drained when she finishes, and she leans forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. He lets her rest for a moment and she nuzzles into him, responding to the release of his sex hormones as if they are an aphrodisiac. She licks his skin and her hot tongue is like a branding iron as she moves towards his neck. Her teeth scrape against his pulse points and he hardens further inside her body.
Rose jerks as he does and then he is pushing her back insistently and beginning his slow, gentle round of gliding out, sliding in, withdrawing and then thrusting again. Her back settles against the cool stone and she scoots her hips towards him a bit more, changing the angle to one that takes him more deeply into her. He groans as he slips that further inch inside her unbelievable tightness.
“You’re cold,” she murmurs as her fingers clench at his shoulders.
“You’re burning,” he manages to say. “You’ll warm me up soon enough.” With the little shelf supporting her body-weight his hands are free to roam. One finds her breast and tenderly kneads the soft flesh there and the other rises to her face. His fingers glide over her eyelids, across her nose and cheekbones, memorizing features by touch that have long since been burned on his retinas. As they slip to her lips she opens her mouth and sucks his first two fingers inside, her tongue swirling against them. This time it is his body that jerks, forcing him to thrust forward with more force than he’d intended to use with her this first time.
Rose moans against him and sucks harder at his fingers and he wonders what it might feel like to have that warm, wet mouth around his shaft. But there’s no way he’s leaving her body now to find out. She lets his fingers slide from her mouth and she meets his eyes, hers barely focused and full of heat. He trails the wet fingers down to her shoulder. She reaches out and tweaks one of his nipples and again he responds with a sharp forward thrust. She laughs in delight and continues to stroke her new toy, breaking the control of his pace completely.
She slides her hands up to his neck and tugs his head towards her, melding her lips to his and smoothly sliding her tongue into his mouth. She plays at his gums before slipping further inside, exploring all the little crevices of his teeth. Rose’s tongue reaches for the roof of his mouth and he shudders as she brushes against it, then falls back down to tangle her tongue with his, starting a dance that leaves him breathless despite his respiratory bypass system coming online. How she’s managing without one he isn’t quite sure, but then humans do this sort of thing far more often then he does. Rose does this sort of thing—No! He won’t think about that. Rose is his now and he won’t think about anyone else ever having touched her.
He takes control of the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and pushing her hard into the wall. She is completely his, always his; never going to be anyone else’s again. She breaks the kiss almost a minute later, taking deep gasps of air and he lets his mouth settle on her shoulder, growling as he bites into the skin there and she cries out, “Doctor!” Her nails dig into his back, but he doesn’t release the bite, sucking hard. Rose’s legs come up to encircle his body and pull him even further inside and he thinks it shouldn’t be possible.
The Doctor releases her shoulder, his tongue coming out to soothe the mark he’s made. He has not drawn blood, but there is already a rapidly purpling bruise. He pulls his head back to look at her and their eyes fasten on one another. “Faster,” Rose says deliberately. “Harder. Now.”
His hands slide behind her to her bum and he lifts her back up. She grabs onto his shoulders for balance and he takes her back to the wicker lounge and lays her down upon it, managing to stay within her as he does so. He settles atop her, wraps his arms around her back and his hands grip her shoulders from behind, crushing her breasts to his chest. His mouth covers hers and he drives himself into her body hard and fast, thrusting and plunging and burying himself as deeply as he can.
Her fingers are digging into his bum and she is urging him on, urging him to come, urging him to make her come, urging him to…is that even possible for a human? He doesn’t allow the thought to break his pace. He pounds into her relentlessly and then his hands move from her shoulders to grasp the sides of her head. “Let me in,” he says gruffly.
“Yes!” she cries out and he feels the essence that is Rose, warm and golden and vanilla and sweet red wine and jasmine, wrap itself around him as he enters her mind. He feels her reaction to his presence, feels that she senses him as silver, bright, honey, sage, cinnamon, engine grease, and leather. And then they are wrapping minds around each other, enveloping each other as he continues to hammer fiercely into her body.
He can feel her orgasm rising and he knows she is about to come and he focuses all of his attention on the pleasure he is feeling, feeds it back to Rose until she can feel both her own pleasure and all of his, can feel how glorious it feels to him to be inside her and how much he has wanted her, needed her, desired her, and for how long. Her pleasure at his emotions enhances the sensation for them both and then she slips even deeper into his mind and opens her own emotions to him. Lust shines from her in bright green, but need is there, too, a brilliant purple. Then comes the emergence of a strong orange flame that rushes over him and nearly floors him. He has known, or at least suspected that she loves him, but the vivid streak of fire coming from Rose tells him how very, very much she does.
His own brilliant orange flares, overwhelming every other emotion, every other thought in their heads and Rose suddenly screams as her inner walls contract violently against him and it is more than enough to break the last thin thread of control and his orgasm crashes through him, rippling from his abdomen to his thighs as his balls tighten almost savagely and then release. Wave after wave of his icy seed pulses out of him and shoots deeply into Rose. She shudders hard beneath him and is groaning his name over and over again as her own name falls from his lips.
At last his orgasm comes stuttering to a halt and Rose clutches him fiercely, her ankles still locked tightly about his hips. He loosens his hold on her head and pulls away from her bruised lips to look in her eyes. They are filled with tears that have fallen down her cheeks and so much happiness. He kisses the tears, licking her face free of them, layering kisses across her nose and eyelids next and whispering soft words of joy. She responds with her own loving words, her own promise that she will never leave him; that he is hers and she is his and this is as it should be.
His penis slowly softens and falls out of her body and she unwraps her legs from around him. He rolls them carefully over and settles with her mostly on top of him. “You all right?” he finally asks her.
“Well,” she says smiling against the skin of his chest, “I don’t reckon I’m going to be walking straight for several hours. Possibly several days. But other than that, I’m fantastic.”
“Oh, yes, Rose Tyler,” he says hugging her tightly and grinning with masculine pride at her comment. “You are completely and utterly fantastic.”
Chapter Three
The Doctor positions himself at her opening, his penis nestling against her for a brief moment as he aligns himself with her. He pushes into her body slowly but steadily, stretching her beyond what his fingers have done. She is slick and ready for him, he has made sure of that. Once he is inside her he stands without moving, locks his eyes with hers, then reaches forward and strokes her clit. It only takes a minute and the orgasm that had built with his oral attentions crashes through her now with amazing force. As she tightens around him, he revels in the feeling, the spasms gripping his shaft hard then releasing it in sequence. The sensations shake through him, feeding energy throughout his system and causing the rise of his pheromones.
Rose is weak, drained when she finishes, and she leans forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. He lets her rest for a moment and she nuzzles into him, responding to the release of his sex hormones as if they are an aphrodisiac. She licks his skin and her hot tongue is like a branding iron as she moves towards his neck. Her teeth scrape against his pulse points and he hardens further inside her body.
Rose jerks as he does and then he is pushing her back insistently and beginning his slow, gentle round of gliding out, sliding in, withdrawing and then thrusting again. Her back settles against the cool stone and she scoots her hips towards him a bit more, changing the angle to one that takes him more deeply into her. He groans as he slips that further inch inside her unbelievable tightness.
“You’re cold,” she murmurs as her fingers clench at his shoulders.
“You’re burning,” he manages to say. “You’ll warm me up soon enough.” With the little shelf supporting her body-weight his hands are free to roam. One finds her breast and tenderly kneads the soft flesh there and the other rises to her face. His fingers glide over her eyelids, across her nose and cheekbones, memorizing features by touch that have long since been burned on his retinas. As they slip to her lips she opens her mouth and sucks his first two fingers inside, her tongue swirling against them. This time it is his body that jerks, forcing him to thrust forward with more force than he’d intended to use with her this first time.
Rose moans against him and sucks harder at his fingers and he wonders what it might feel like to have that warm, wet mouth around his shaft. But there’s no way he’s leaving her body now to find out. She lets his fingers slide from her mouth and she meets his eyes, hers barely focused and full of heat. He trails the wet fingers down to her shoulder. She reaches out and tweaks one of his nipples and again he responds with a sharp forward thrust. She laughs in delight and continues to stroke her new toy, breaking the control of his pace completely.
She slides her hands up to his neck and tugs his head towards her, melding her lips to his and smoothly sliding her tongue into his mouth. She plays at his gums before slipping further inside, exploring all the little crevices of his teeth. Rose’s tongue reaches for the roof of his mouth and he shudders as she brushes against it, then falls back down to tangle her tongue with his, starting a dance that leaves him breathless despite his respiratory bypass system coming online. How she’s managing without one he isn’t quite sure, but then humans do this sort of thing far more often then he does. Rose does this sort of thing—No! He won’t think about that. Rose is his now and he won’t think about anyone else ever having touched her.
He takes control of the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and pushing her hard into the wall. She is completely his, always his; never going to be anyone else’s again. She breaks the kiss almost a minute later, taking deep gasps of air and he lets his mouth settle on her shoulder, growling as he bites into the skin there and she cries out, “Doctor!” Her nails dig into his back, but he doesn’t release the bite, sucking hard. Rose’s legs come up to encircle his body and pull him even further inside and he thinks it shouldn’t be possible.
The Doctor releases her shoulder, his tongue coming out to soothe the mark he’s made. He has not drawn blood, but there is already a rapidly purpling bruise. He pulls his head back to look at her and their eyes fasten on one another. “Faster,” Rose says deliberately. “Harder. Now.”
His hands slide behind her to her bum and he lifts her back up. She grabs onto his shoulders for balance and he takes her back to the wicker lounge and lays her down upon it, managing to stay within her as he does so. He settles atop her, wraps his arms around her back and his hands grip her shoulders from behind, crushing her breasts to his chest. His mouth covers hers and he drives himself into her body hard and fast, thrusting and plunging and burying himself as deeply as he can.
Her fingers are digging into his bum and she is urging him on, urging him to come, urging him to make her come, urging him to…is that even possible for a human? He doesn’t allow the thought to break his pace. He pounds into her relentlessly and then his hands move from her shoulders to grasp the sides of her head. “Let me in,” he says gruffly.
“Yes!” she cries out and he feels the essence that is Rose, warm and golden and vanilla and sweet red wine and jasmine, wrap itself around him as he enters her mind. He feels her reaction to his presence, feels that she senses him as silver, bright, honey, sage, cinnamon, engine grease, and leather. And then they are wrapping minds around each other, enveloping each other as he continues to hammer fiercely into her body.
He can feel her orgasm rising and he knows she is about to come and he focuses all of his attention on the pleasure he is feeling, feeds it back to Rose until she can feel both her own pleasure and all of his, can feel how glorious it feels to him to be inside her and how much he has wanted her, needed her, desired her, and for how long. Her pleasure at his emotions enhances the sensation for them both and then she slips even deeper into his mind and opens her own emotions to him. Lust shines from her in bright green, but need is there, too, a brilliant purple. Then comes the emergence of a strong orange flame that rushes over him and nearly floors him. He has known, or at least suspected that she loves him, but the vivid streak of fire coming from Rose tells him how very, very much she does.
His own brilliant orange flares, overwhelming every other emotion, every other thought in their heads and Rose suddenly screams as her inner walls contract violently against him and it is more than enough to break the last thin thread of control and his orgasm crashes through him, rippling from his abdomen to his thighs as his balls tighten almost savagely and then release. Wave after wave of his icy seed pulses out of him and shoots deeply into Rose. She shudders hard beneath him and is groaning his name over and over again as her own name falls from his lips.
At last his orgasm comes stuttering to a halt and Rose clutches him fiercely, her ankles still locked tightly about his hips. He loosens his hold on her head and pulls away from her bruised lips to look in her eyes. They are filled with tears that have fallen down her cheeks and so much happiness. He kisses the tears, licking her face free of them, layering kisses across her nose and eyelids next and whispering soft words of joy. She responds with her own loving words, her own promise that she will never leave him; that he is hers and she is his and this is as it should be.
His penis slowly softens and falls out of her body and she unwraps her legs from around him. He rolls them carefully over and settles with her mostly on top of him. “You all right?” he finally asks her.
“Well,” she says smiling against the skin of his chest, “I don’t reckon I’m going to be walking straight for several hours. Possibly several days. But other than that, I’m fantastic.”
“Oh, yes, Rose Tyler,” he says hugging her tightly and grinning with masculine pride at her comment. “You are completely and utterly fantastic.”
