Three Hour Tour (3/?)
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amberfocusTitle: Three Hour Tour (3/?)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, seriously, seriously adult
Betas:amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Summary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked during a three hour tour.
A/N: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sistersofguh Doctor/Rose End of Summer Smut-a-thon. This may be the most smutty smut I've ever smutted. Just saying. Not work safe or school safe and mind the kiddies.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.html Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/378682.html
Rose was already beginning to squirm beneath the repeated laps of the Doctor’s tongue as he dipped inside her. She had rarely been the recipient of oral sex. Jimmy had flat out refused, though he’d demanded it of her often enough before she’d grown the backbone to stand up for herself under his selfish treatment and walked out on him for that and numerous other reasons too many to count. It had turned her off the whole idea for a while, giving and never receiving.
Mickey had half-heartedly returned the favor on a couple of occasions when he’d wanted a blow job, but hadn’t been terribly fond of performing it himself. He hadn’t expected it of her, knowing her history with Jimmy, so they’d pretty much avoided that aspect of things in their sex life. For the most part things with Mickey had been really good and she hadn’t particularly thought she was missing out. He’d always made sure she arrived at the pleasure moment, but sometimes she had gotten the idea that it was more out of a sense of wanting her to keep sleeping with him than that he was seeking after her enjoyment.
Life had been simple and easy, but she’d always known something was missing. Not the oral sex, mind you, but the deep, emotional commitment. She’d loved Mickey, but after months with the Doctor, she had realized she wasn’t in love with him. Or maybe was no longer in love with him. It was hard to tell when she now had something blazing like the sun to compare it to. Mickey had been good enough, kind enough, sweet enough, but he hadn’t stirred any kind of burning passion within her. Not like the Doctor did in those, oh, so lonely nights in bed in her room on the TARDIS when she’d allowed herself to fantasize while enjoying herself in a solitary way.
She’d kept a cap on it during daylight hours, reminded herself firmly that they were amazing friends, and that his frank and admiring looks probably didn’t mean what they would with a human bloke. But she had quietly decided she was in love with the Doctor, and even before this moment, she’d determined she wanted to spend the rest of her life travelling with him. It had taken her a bit longer to realize that that had more to do with him than the marvelous life he offered her. Here, grounded on a deserted island, away from civilization or any trappings of a time travelling, space travelling life, she was still happy, still content, because she was with him. He could make her happy anywhere. And he was bound and determined to do it.
Her mind, which had been wandering only a little bit, snapped back to attention at her lover’s actions and she groaned in pleasure. The Doctor, for all his inexperience, was enthusiastic and seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of just what made her feel good. Or maybe he was just responding to the variety of sounds she was making, from high and squealing, to short and breathy, to little sighs of pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut. How was it possible for the man’s tongue to reach so far inside her?
She shivered as his nose brushed across her clit and the Doctor stopped for a moment, noticing he’d done something different and that she’d reacted in a new way. His fingers slid up to hold apart her folds and he saw the little nubbin between them. “Like that?” he whispered hoarsely. He nudged it again with his nose and again Rose reacted intensely.
“Yes!” The word came out more a hiss than an affirmative acknowledgment.
With a smile he attacked it with his tongue, making a hard steady point as he flicked across it. Rose wiggled almost uncontrollably as he began a series of circular motions around the base with the occasional swipe across the tip.
She whimpered and he eased up just a bit, taking a long stroke down to her entrance and back up. “Doctor,” she breathed out his name, her fingers fisting in the sand. He took a finger and slid it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance at all and the Doctor soon added a second finger. He matched rhythms between fingers and tongue, a slow and steady beat that was rapidly making her think she was going to lose her mind. She could feel the deep tendrils of desire curling into something tight and ready to explode.
He varied his motions then, slowing things down as he used his tongue like a paintbrush, broad strokes sliding across her clit, drawing designs that she was sure she would recognize if she saw them as part of his language. He sucked one of her labia into his mouth, his tongue slipping along it gently as he worried it a bit before adding tongue to his fingers and pushing inside her. Her eyes flew wide at the sensation. She’d never been so full.
He turned his fingers within her, twisting them until they were upright and the sudden change of sensation as he rubbed across somewhere new on the upper wall made her cry out with an unintelligible noise. She bucked into him and he moved his tongue back to her clit, circling frantically now. The sensation built as he repeated the motions, the coil pulling in on itself until her body began to go rigid like a violin string being tuned tighter and tighter and then reverberating as it was finally plucked. Her body let go and she shuddered and clamped down around him, spasms rocking through her over and over again, hard and fast, constricting with more force than she thought it possible for her to have.
When her body finally relaxed she was left in a beautifully blissed out haze. She stared up at the night sky completely speechless, the moon and the stars merely objects before her eyes that she could no longer remember the names of. The Doctor removed his fingers and moved from between her thighs and plopped down on his back beside her. She reached for his hand and clasped it tightly, pulling it to her heart.
“That was…that…Doctor, I…it was…,” she stuttered searching for words.
“Fantastic?” he suggested hopefully.
“For starters,” she said a huge grin splitting her face. She sighed and the smile slowly slipped away as she said contemplatively, “No one’s ever…I can’t even…” She fell silent. It took her a couple more minutes before she came back to herself. She sat up, kissed his knuckles, and let his hand fall back to the ground. She wanted to return the favor. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to do something like this for a man, but for him she wanted to.
She shifted onto her knees and reached out to take him in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him, feeling him twitch at the contact. She laughed. “He seems happy to see me.”
“Oh, he is,” the Doctor assured her in a dark voice. Slowly she moved from root to tip, her fingers gentle yet firm about him. She could feel his pulse thudding under her hand and smiled as she rubbed her thumb across the tip of him. A slick fluid leaked out of him and she used it to lubricate her hand as she gently stroked him. “That’s…that’s nice,” he sighed.
She leaned forward and slipped her mouth over the top of him. He was too large to take completely in so she kept one hand wrapped around his base. He shuddered as the warm heat surrounded him. She slid her tongue against the thick vein on the underside then closed her mouth more tightly around him. She may have resented this at one point in her life, but she’d been told she was good at it. Well, she’d been told it was the only thing she was good for. She pushed that thought out of her mind. This was about the Doctor, not some idiot, abusive boy from her past.
Putting all thought of past lovers from her mind she focused on bringing the Doctor pleasure. She swirled her tongue around him then moved upward to circle just under the frenulum. Gently she eased his foreskin back with her fingers and proceeded to carefully swipe at the sensitized flesh beneath it. The Doctor bucked his hips upward forcing himself further into her mouth. She choked momentarily and froze.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “That was involuntary. You’re very good at this.” She patted his chest softly to show she understood then concentrated hard to relax her throat muscles and take him in a bit further. He groaned as he eased deeper into her mouth and his hand came to rest in her hair, his fingers petting through it and slipping along her back as far as he could reach. She increased her suction and soon felt him shaking beneath her.
With a sudden release of pressure she sucked in a mouthful of the cool night air and the Doctor thrust hard into her mouth at the sudden temperature change. Fortunately she’d been ready for it and had shifted so that he hit her cheek. She ran his long shaft along her teeth, taking him to the side like that several times before letting him back fully into her mouth again.
“Rose, oh, Rose,” he said. Her hand slipped from the base of his penis to cradle his balls. They were extremely smooth and hard and he jerked as she touched them. She let him slide from her mouth with a soft popping sound and began licking gently at one of his testicles. She took it into her mouth using extraordinary care not to be too aggressive. As she ran her tongue all over it he groaned loudly. She smiled around him before letting him go and sucking the other ball into her mouth. The expletive he let out made her laugh and the humming of that vibration was almost his undoing.
“Rose, Rose. Oh, I’m going to come,” he said. “This is…this is…wonderful, but..but..oh, Rose! Please, stop.” She did. “I want to be inside you,” he said, coherent now that some blood was getting back to his brain again. “I want to make love to you. I need to come in you…”
She backed away from him and sat back, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. She bit her lip. “How…how do you want me?”
“Any way I can have you,” he burst out. She laughed, relaxing as he sat up and pushed her down by the shoulders into the soft sand. She let him gently part her thighs, making a space for him and then he settled on top of her, one hand supporting his weight while the other wrapped around his penis, guiding it into place. She felt the head at her entrance. He eased up and down her slick opening, lubricating himself with her juices. As it teased across her clit she began to feel a strong rising in her level of arousal.
“Please,” she said. “Please, now, Doctor.”
He guided himself back down to her opening, snuggling the head against it, then with a soft grunt he pushed inside her. He went in slickly with just a bit of resistance as her walls closed around him. He was larger than she was used to and she gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly.
“Yeah, just…just give me a minute, okay? Let me get used to your size.” She took a few deep breaths and then he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping easily into her mouth to dance with hers. He stroked and slid about her mouth and she met each advance with one of her own. He withdrew from her mouth, sucking on her lower lip before releasing it with aching slowness.
“Ready?” he asked twitching inside her.
“Yeah.”
He pulled back easily then pushed carefully back inside her. When she didn’t protest he did it again, keeping the pace moderate and gentle. She closed her eyes as he glided in and out of her body. Each stroke seemed to bring more nerve endings on line. His languid movements stoked a spark inside her and she moved her hips in counterpoint to his, her body catching his rhythm and matching it. He felt so incredibly good that all she wanted was to spend the rest of her life doing this, sliding him in, sliding him out, pushing and thrusting and pulling and heaving, all sweaty and hot and beautiful and messy and so good.
Her hands rose to clench around his forearms. His muscles rippled with wiry strength under her fingers and she couldn’t help but run her hands along them. Up and down they moved and then circled around the back of his neck. “Want to kiss you,” she said pulling his head back down to hers. His lips found hers and she thrust her tongue up at him, invading his mouth and taking possession of it as if it were her own.
As she kissed him forcefully he dropped down against her, wrapping his arms around her body until there was no space left between them. Her arms clutched at his back now as he worked his hips against her pelvis. His speed began to increase and she shifted her hips, raising her legs up to lock around him. He slid deeper into her body and she cried out as the different angle hit her in a delicious new way.
She tore her mouth from his and began to whisper encouragement into his ear. She wanted him faster and harder and he had no hesitation now about following her instructions. As gentle movements turned to driving, rougher, less controlled ones she almost physically felt herself rising with it to some dizzying height. Her orgasm began to edge closer. Every time she thought she was on the brink of it she seemed to lift just a little higher on the edge of that anticipation. He’d shift and she’d find his new thrust, his new positioning, bringing her into a new orbit of sensation.
“Feels…so…good,” he groaned. “Rose…oh…oh…Rose. Want you.” His breath against her ear sent goose bumps shivering through her body.
“Want you, Doctor,” she told him back. “Want you. Need you. So much.” His hand slipped up to cradle her face and his fingers brushed her temple. “Want…need…love you. So…oh, oh, OH!”
For a moment it felt like she was flying through the air, soaring on some crazy thermal that was buffeting her about. She was surrounded by emotion that threw her into turmoil and she suddenly saw herself as he saw her, a brilliant burning flame that coalesced at the center of his hearts. She saw his need and his longing and his desperate, desperate love. She nearly gasped with the renewed flush of desire that shook her and she rose yet higher feeling everything he was feeling as it raced along her own want and need and love.
When she finally crashed down to the ground it was with a sudden and ferocious speed. She contracted with almost vicious force around the Doctor’s shaft. Progressive waves of fire and ice seemed to course through her, radiating electrical sparks as they went. Her whole body felt like it was lighting up as the spasms raced through her core. Over and over again muscles pulsed and shivered and she thought for a moment that she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She felt his calming presence in her mind suddenly, riding the waves together as his body took its release deep inside her.
Ch. 4: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/381170.html
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance, smut, action/adventure
Rating: Adult, seriously, seriously adult
Betas:
amyo67, jeprdyfrndlySummary: The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked during a three hour tour.
A/N: Written for the
sistersofguh Doctor/Rose End of Summer Smut-a-thon. This may be the most smutty smut I've ever smutted. Just saying. Not work safe or school safe and mind the kiddies.Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.html Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/378682.html
Chapter Three: Better with Two
Rose was already beginning to squirm beneath the repeated laps of the Doctor’s tongue as he dipped inside her. She had rarely been the recipient of oral sex. Jimmy had flat out refused, though he’d demanded it of her often enough before she’d grown the backbone to stand up for herself under his selfish treatment and walked out on him for that and numerous other reasons too many to count. It had turned her off the whole idea for a while, giving and never receiving.
Mickey had half-heartedly returned the favor on a couple of occasions when he’d wanted a blow job, but hadn’t been terribly fond of performing it himself. He hadn’t expected it of her, knowing her history with Jimmy, so they’d pretty much avoided that aspect of things in their sex life. For the most part things with Mickey had been really good and she hadn’t particularly thought she was missing out. He’d always made sure she arrived at the pleasure moment, but sometimes she had gotten the idea that it was more out of a sense of wanting her to keep sleeping with him than that he was seeking after her enjoyment.
Life had been simple and easy, but she’d always known something was missing. Not the oral sex, mind you, but the deep, emotional commitment. She’d loved Mickey, but after months with the Doctor, she had realized she wasn’t in love with him. Or maybe was no longer in love with him. It was hard to tell when she now had something blazing like the sun to compare it to. Mickey had been good enough, kind enough, sweet enough, but he hadn’t stirred any kind of burning passion within her. Not like the Doctor did in those, oh, so lonely nights in bed in her room on the TARDIS when she’d allowed herself to fantasize while enjoying herself in a solitary way.
She’d kept a cap on it during daylight hours, reminded herself firmly that they were amazing friends, and that his frank and admiring looks probably didn’t mean what they would with a human bloke. But she had quietly decided she was in love with the Doctor, and even before this moment, she’d determined she wanted to spend the rest of her life travelling with him. It had taken her a bit longer to realize that that had more to do with him than the marvelous life he offered her. Here, grounded on a deserted island, away from civilization or any trappings of a time travelling, space travelling life, she was still happy, still content, because she was with him. He could make her happy anywhere. And he was bound and determined to do it.
Her mind, which had been wandering only a little bit, snapped back to attention at her lover’s actions and she groaned in pleasure. The Doctor, for all his inexperience, was enthusiastic and seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of just what made her feel good. Or maybe he was just responding to the variety of sounds she was making, from high and squealing, to short and breathy, to little sighs of pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut. How was it possible for the man’s tongue to reach so far inside her?
She shivered as his nose brushed across her clit and the Doctor stopped for a moment, noticing he’d done something different and that she’d reacted in a new way. His fingers slid up to hold apart her folds and he saw the little nubbin between them. “Like that?” he whispered hoarsely. He nudged it again with his nose and again Rose reacted intensely.
“Yes!” The word came out more a hiss than an affirmative acknowledgment.
With a smile he attacked it with his tongue, making a hard steady point as he flicked across it. Rose wiggled almost uncontrollably as he began a series of circular motions around the base with the occasional swipe across the tip.
She whimpered and he eased up just a bit, taking a long stroke down to her entrance and back up. “Doctor,” she breathed out his name, her fingers fisting in the sand. He took a finger and slid it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance at all and the Doctor soon added a second finger. He matched rhythms between fingers and tongue, a slow and steady beat that was rapidly making her think she was going to lose her mind. She could feel the deep tendrils of desire curling into something tight and ready to explode.
He varied his motions then, slowing things down as he used his tongue like a paintbrush, broad strokes sliding across her clit, drawing designs that she was sure she would recognize if she saw them as part of his language. He sucked one of her labia into his mouth, his tongue slipping along it gently as he worried it a bit before adding tongue to his fingers and pushing inside her. Her eyes flew wide at the sensation. She’d never been so full.
He turned his fingers within her, twisting them until they were upright and the sudden change of sensation as he rubbed across somewhere new on the upper wall made her cry out with an unintelligible noise. She bucked into him and he moved his tongue back to her clit, circling frantically now. The sensation built as he repeated the motions, the coil pulling in on itself until her body began to go rigid like a violin string being tuned tighter and tighter and then reverberating as it was finally plucked. Her body let go and she shuddered and clamped down around him, spasms rocking through her over and over again, hard and fast, constricting with more force than she thought it possible for her to have.
When her body finally relaxed she was left in a beautifully blissed out haze. She stared up at the night sky completely speechless, the moon and the stars merely objects before her eyes that she could no longer remember the names of. The Doctor removed his fingers and moved from between her thighs and plopped down on his back beside her. She reached for his hand and clasped it tightly, pulling it to her heart.
“That was…that…Doctor, I…it was…,” she stuttered searching for words.
“Fantastic?” he suggested hopefully.
“For starters,” she said a huge grin splitting her face. She sighed and the smile slowly slipped away as she said contemplatively, “No one’s ever…I can’t even…” She fell silent. It took her a couple more minutes before she came back to herself. She sat up, kissed his knuckles, and let his hand fall back to the ground. She wanted to return the favor. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to do something like this for a man, but for him she wanted to.
She shifted onto her knees and reached out to take him in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him, feeling him twitch at the contact. She laughed. “He seems happy to see me.”
“Oh, he is,” the Doctor assured her in a dark voice. Slowly she moved from root to tip, her fingers gentle yet firm about him. She could feel his pulse thudding under her hand and smiled as she rubbed her thumb across the tip of him. A slick fluid leaked out of him and she used it to lubricate her hand as she gently stroked him. “That’s…that’s nice,” he sighed.
She leaned forward and slipped her mouth over the top of him. He was too large to take completely in so she kept one hand wrapped around his base. He shuddered as the warm heat surrounded him. She slid her tongue against the thick vein on the underside then closed her mouth more tightly around him. She may have resented this at one point in her life, but she’d been told she was good at it. Well, she’d been told it was the only thing she was good for. She pushed that thought out of her mind. This was about the Doctor, not some idiot, abusive boy from her past.
Putting all thought of past lovers from her mind she focused on bringing the Doctor pleasure. She swirled her tongue around him then moved upward to circle just under the frenulum. Gently she eased his foreskin back with her fingers and proceeded to carefully swipe at the sensitized flesh beneath it. The Doctor bucked his hips upward forcing himself further into her mouth. She choked momentarily and froze.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “That was involuntary. You’re very good at this.” She patted his chest softly to show she understood then concentrated hard to relax her throat muscles and take him in a bit further. He groaned as he eased deeper into her mouth and his hand came to rest in her hair, his fingers petting through it and slipping along her back as far as he could reach. She increased her suction and soon felt him shaking beneath her.
With a sudden release of pressure she sucked in a mouthful of the cool night air and the Doctor thrust hard into her mouth at the sudden temperature change. Fortunately she’d been ready for it and had shifted so that he hit her cheek. She ran his long shaft along her teeth, taking him to the side like that several times before letting him back fully into her mouth again.
“Rose, oh, Rose,” he said. Her hand slipped from the base of his penis to cradle his balls. They were extremely smooth and hard and he jerked as she touched them. She let him slide from her mouth with a soft popping sound and began licking gently at one of his testicles. She took it into her mouth using extraordinary care not to be too aggressive. As she ran her tongue all over it he groaned loudly. She smiled around him before letting him go and sucking the other ball into her mouth. The expletive he let out made her laugh and the humming of that vibration was almost his undoing.
“Rose, Rose. Oh, I’m going to come,” he said. “This is…this is…wonderful, but..but..oh, Rose! Please, stop.” She did. “I want to be inside you,” he said, coherent now that some blood was getting back to his brain again. “I want to make love to you. I need to come in you…”
She backed away from him and sat back, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. She bit her lip. “How…how do you want me?”
“Any way I can have you,” he burst out. She laughed, relaxing as he sat up and pushed her down by the shoulders into the soft sand. She let him gently part her thighs, making a space for him and then he settled on top of her, one hand supporting his weight while the other wrapped around his penis, guiding it into place. She felt the head at her entrance. He eased up and down her slick opening, lubricating himself with her juices. As it teased across her clit she began to feel a strong rising in her level of arousal.
“Please,” she said. “Please, now, Doctor.”
He guided himself back down to her opening, snuggling the head against it, then with a soft grunt he pushed inside her. He went in slickly with just a bit of resistance as her walls closed around him. He was larger than she was used to and she gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly.
“Yeah, just…just give me a minute, okay? Let me get used to your size.” She took a few deep breaths and then he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping easily into her mouth to dance with hers. He stroked and slid about her mouth and she met each advance with one of her own. He withdrew from her mouth, sucking on her lower lip before releasing it with aching slowness.
“Ready?” he asked twitching inside her.
“Yeah.”
He pulled back easily then pushed carefully back inside her. When she didn’t protest he did it again, keeping the pace moderate and gentle. She closed her eyes as he glided in and out of her body. Each stroke seemed to bring more nerve endings on line. His languid movements stoked a spark inside her and she moved her hips in counterpoint to his, her body catching his rhythm and matching it. He felt so incredibly good that all she wanted was to spend the rest of her life doing this, sliding him in, sliding him out, pushing and thrusting and pulling and heaving, all sweaty and hot and beautiful and messy and so good.
Her hands rose to clench around his forearms. His muscles rippled with wiry strength under her fingers and she couldn’t help but run her hands along them. Up and down they moved and then circled around the back of his neck. “Want to kiss you,” she said pulling his head back down to hers. His lips found hers and she thrust her tongue up at him, invading his mouth and taking possession of it as if it were her own.
As she kissed him forcefully he dropped down against her, wrapping his arms around her body until there was no space left between them. Her arms clutched at his back now as he worked his hips against her pelvis. His speed began to increase and she shifted her hips, raising her legs up to lock around him. He slid deeper into her body and she cried out as the different angle hit her in a delicious new way.
She tore her mouth from his and began to whisper encouragement into his ear. She wanted him faster and harder and he had no hesitation now about following her instructions. As gentle movements turned to driving, rougher, less controlled ones she almost physically felt herself rising with it to some dizzying height. Her orgasm began to edge closer. Every time she thought she was on the brink of it she seemed to lift just a little higher on the edge of that anticipation. He’d shift and she’d find his new thrust, his new positioning, bringing her into a new orbit of sensation.
“Feels…so…good,” he groaned. “Rose…oh…oh…Rose. Want you.” His breath against her ear sent goose bumps shivering through her body.
“Want you, Doctor,” she told him back. “Want you. Need you. So much.” His hand slipped up to cradle her face and his fingers brushed her temple. “Want…need…love you. So…oh, oh, OH!”
For a moment it felt like she was flying through the air, soaring on some crazy thermal that was buffeting her about. She was surrounded by emotion that threw her into turmoil and she suddenly saw herself as he saw her, a brilliant burning flame that coalesced at the center of his hearts. She saw his need and his longing and his desperate, desperate love. She nearly gasped with the renewed flush of desire that shook her and she rose yet higher feeling everything he was feeling as it raced along her own want and need and love.
When she finally crashed down to the ground it was with a sudden and ferocious speed. She contracted with almost vicious force around the Doctor’s shaft. Progressive waves of fire and ice seemed to course through her, radiating electrical sparks as they went. Her whole body felt like it was lighting up as the spasms raced through her core. Over and over again muscles pulsed and shivered and she thought for a moment that she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She felt his calming presence in her mind suddenly, riding the waves together as his body took its release deep inside her.
Ch. 4: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/381170.html
