Three Hour Tour (4/?)

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Title:  Three Hour Tour (4/?)
Author:  Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Nine/Rose
Genre:  Romance, smut, fluff, action/adventure
Rating:  Adult, very, very Adult
Betas:  amyo67, jeprdyfrndly
Summary:  The Doctor and Rose are shipwrecked on a sandbar and left behind by their shipmates after taking a three hour tour. Forced to swim to an uninhabited tropical island they must figure out how to survive until rescued while romance changes the face of their relationship.
A/N:  This chapter is probably smuttier than the last, so neither work safe, school safe, or child friendly.

Ch. 1:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/377809.html  Ch. 2:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/378682.html
Ch. 3:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/379912.html

 

Chapter Four: Desire Unabated

They shuddered to a stop, neither of them able or willing to let go of the other. Arms and legs remained tight and locked and the very idea of putting space between their bodies did not enter either mind. If anything, the Doctor ached to get closer to Rose, wanted more than they had already shared. He wrapped his arms tighter about her.

“Don’t wanna let you go, either,” she murmured and he felt her chuckle softly against him. A wave of warmth swept through him that the feeling was more than mutual.

Gently he rolled them in the sand so that she rested atop him, taking great care to keep his half hard penis still lodged inside her body. He wasn’t sure it had any intention of going completely soft, but he didn’t want to encourage it by letting it fall out. She lay there limply, content to just be held. He could hold her forever, he thought, but there was much more he still wanted to do. This sweet, little human that he adored so much had given herself to him and he wanted her to know just exactly how much that meant to him.

“Kiss me,” he requested softly and she raised her head from its place in the crook of his shoulder to find his mouth and lazily explore it with her tongue. Taking her time she searched out all of his sensitive spots, swirling and circling and stroking and making love to his mouth just as wonderfully as she’d made love to his body.

He could feel himself hardening within her and he released her mouth in a gasp. The idea of making love to her again was too impossible to resist, but he was afraid to just assume it was what she wanted, too. “Can we…again?” he asked hesitantly.

She let him go then, pushing herself up to straddle his hips and rest her arms on either side of him. “We can,” she said. “We most definitely can.” His hands reached up to play with her breasts, exploring the soft mounds as she raised herself up, sliding against his slippery length. He couldn’t believe how hard he was already, that he could even be ready to go again this soon, but his desire for her was unabated.

He used his thumbs to draw circles around the outer edges of her areolas, moving in slowly bit by bit over the tiny, sensitive bumps until he reached her nipples. His thumbs danced lightly across the tips and she rewarded him by instantly puckering two hard, straining buds towards his touch. He loved the way she reacted to him, how unabashedly enthusiastic her response to his touch, as if she’d been only ever waiting for him. She shivered a little and smiled down at him, lifting herself up and slipping back down. His hands expanded, widening to take in the entirety of both breasts, cupping and fondling the beautiful little half globes that were so enticing to him.

She sought out his eyes and he blushed under the heat of her gaze and turned his head away. “No,” she said. “Please. No shyness now. Not with me. Never with me. Look at me, Doctor.” Rose bit her lip, nervous despite her request, as he brought his eyes back to meet hers. She swallowed hard under the intensity of his gaze then, but now he wasn’t afraid to hold it. Steel blue eyes met with soft brown ones. She smiled at him with such love. Dare he think love? She’d said it in the heat of passion, perhaps it had just slipped out, but her eyes told him a different story. He couldn’t help but smile back. How he deserved her love he would never know, but he wanted it as much as he wanted her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He held her gaze for several long, slow minutes.

A few moments later Rose lost her balance just a bit and as her pelvis twisted to the side he let out a strangled sound at the sensation roaring through him. “You liked that?” she asked. He nodded, not able to find the words, and she repeated the movement, this time in a controlled way. He shuddered and she began circling her pelvis on his iron shaft, moving wetly around him. She was so tight, so slick, and her movements so intense and deliberate that he thought he might go out of his head as his lust reignited. “You feel…amazing,” he choked out, barely able to speak at the flurry of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

He whimpered as she suddenly shifted the motion to that of a figure eight and then slid forward, grinding her clit hard against the front of his penis. She made a little spasm around him and he couldn’t help but tighten his hands around her breasts. She cried out at the sudden sharp touch, but she didn’t ask him to stop or ease up. As she continued to wiggle her hips, now more in the shape of an infinity sign than a figure eight, the desire for more friction began to grow in him.

Her movements stilled and she pulled his hands from her breasts, leaning forward to dangle them in his face. He arched up, burying his face between them, breathing deeply of her scent, and then kissing all the flesh he could reach, licking and sucking at the tender skin while she writhed on top of him. He cried out at the loss when she pulled back and she smiled quietly down at him, lifting his hands back up to cradle her breasts again.

She raised herself up on him until just the tip of him remained inside her. Carefully she balanced herself, just hovering there and he ached to thrust upwards, seeking out her warmth once more. He held himself in check though his thighs shook with his restraint as she lowered herself back down with aching slowness, before rocking forward to scrape her clit against him. She shuddered then pulled herself back up, again hovering for so long that he almost couldn’t stand it. How could she be so controlled? All he wanted was to flip them over and drive hard into her body.

He continued to hold himself back letting her play her patient game of making love to him at such a leisurely pace. The urge to rush to completion was stifled by the obvious pleasure on her moonlit face as she moved with languid grace upon him. His hands fell from her breasts to her thighs and he pushed his fingers in between her folds and rubbed lightly at her clit. She gasped.

Gently pressing with one finger, he eased the digit up inside her, alongside his penis. Rose groaned at the sudden increase in girth. Keeping his thumb securely on her clit, he fingered her in time to her movements on his shaft, watching her face, seeing her eyes sink shut in pleasure. She was panting before long and he could see a sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. Rose’s arms began to shake with the effort of keeping her motion in check and her pace picked up. As her speed increased so did his pressure against her. He was desperate for her to come, to bring her that blinding joy again.

With his free hand he reached up and rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly and then tweaking sharply. It was enough to send Rose flying into her next orgasm on a keening wail and it felt glorious around his shaft and finger. It was not, however, quite enough to bring him off and when she finally shuddered to a halt she stared down at him in consternation. “You didn’t?” she asked, almost sounding a bit hurt or at the very least confused.

“Not yet,” he said in a voice so dark and full of promise that she shivered. He needed to be closer to her. She shifted to get off of him, but he stilled her by grabbing her hip with one hand. He slid his finger out of her body and pushed himself up so that he was sitting. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. “I want to hold you close to me.” Rose wiggled awkwardly until they were in place and then he shifted, folding his legs beneath her so that she sat cradled. “Rock with me,” he said, hoping what he intended would work.

He crushed her to him, her breasts flattening against the hard muscles of his chest. Even that felt like too much space between them. If he could have made them one being, he would have done it. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing from jaw to pulse point and settling there in delight. He sucked hard at the little beat, pausing to let his tongue soothe the spot, before sucking again. He was marking her and knew that in the morning she’d have a large hickey, and his ego couldn’t help liking the idea that it was a sign for all the world to see that she’d been marvelously made love to. Not that there was anyone here to see, which was probably a good thing, as he didn’t imagine they’d be doing much the next few days that would be appropriate for anyone else’s eyes. At least he hoped so.

Rose tilted her head towards the sky, her hair falling backwards to brush against his feet. He threaded one hand in her golden strands, bringing her head around so he could kiss her some more. As he bruised her lips his other hand made its way down her back to caress one nicely rounded buttock. He did so love her arse and he’d barely had a chance to touch it so far. He squeezed and cupped and stroked the soft flesh while he sucked against her neck.

The rocking continued, an ever present rhythm, as his penis slipped in and out of her a few inches at a time. It felt so fantastic, he didn’t want it to ever end. Just him and Rose and the push and the pull as they rocked together to the sound of the waves. Rose’s hands began to roam up and down his back and sides and after several minutes she broke the kiss. Her lips moved to his ear and she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nibbling on it, her breath hot against him. Her tongue moved up to the shell of his ear and swept all around it, as her hand scrabbled against his short hair. She kissed him again, mouth open, hot and wet, until he lost all sense of the reality around them. He needed more now.

Her pelvis jerked hard against him as his hand made it back up to pinch a nipple and the gentle rocking lost its edge of sweetness, grinding together harder and harder. Good, he was about done with sweetness. She tore her mouth away to breathe. “More, Rose,” he said.

“More what?” she asked her lips against his jaw, against his neck and shoulder and throat as she swirled her tongue against the salty taste of his skin.

“More. Just…” He felt selfish and a little bit scared of asking for what he wanted. The urge growing inside him would soon be too much to ignore.

She picked up his hand and moved it to her temple and he groaned at the blatant invitation to come in. He’d done so accidentally the first time and it had been intense. Now Rose was offering and he knew it’d be more so. “You can have anything you want,” she murmured.

But it wasn’t just her mind he wanted. He wanted all of it. Everything. “Harder, faster, more,” he repeated. “I need…I need…all of you.”

“Anything,” she breathed.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she reassured.

He fell backwards and she managed to move her legs out to the sides before they were crushed. He straightened his legs beneath her and grabbed her by the hips raising her up and just as suddenly slamming her back down. She swore at him in such a way that urged him to continue his treatment. Pushing her up again he brought her back down so forcefully she yelped. Bracing herself against his shoulders she encouraged him on, but the position was not enough. He shoved her off him and she fell to the sand with a startled yelp, his penis coming roughly out of her. “You okay?” he asked, barely polite enough to ask as the fire of violent desire swept him.

She fell to her elbows and knees and looked back over her shoulder at him. “You want to like this?” she offered, not answering his question and spreading her legs to make a space for him. Her voice was harsh and throaty and her eyes were sparking at him. His penis twitched violently and he put one hand on the small of her back. With the other he shoved three fingers inside her without thinking and she swore again as they squelched loudly in the ridiculous amount of wetness inside her. He liked the way the words tumbled from her pretty, dirty little mouth. He was just calm enough to realize that he hadn’t caused her pain and he fought hard to keep it that way. He moved them slowly in and out and she pushed against him. “Want you, not your fingers,” she complained.

He pulled them out, and used the moisture to lubricate himself. He put his fingers in his mouth then, one by one, licking them off beneath her heavy gaze, before again lining his penis up and shoving it forcefully into her. She grunted and he was almost gone. He grabbed her hips and began a thundering pace that had Rose gasping and crying out. He paused a moment to be sure she was okay, but the litany of want and need that fell from her lips at his hesitation encouraged him to recommence the former pace. She was meeting him now, her bum banging into his hips with each thrust.

With one wicked plunge he knocked her forward off her elbows and she hit the beach with a loud, “Oof,” followed by a, “Don’t stop,” as he lay sprawled atop her. He wasn’t sure he could. He continued to push into her over and over again barely supporting his weight on one hand, his chest crushed into her long smooth back, his knees digging into the sand. One of his hands tangled in her hair and crept forward until index and middle fingers reached her temple.

Her mind smashed into his in a violent maelstrom of emotion as he felt hundreds of thoughts swirling around him. Love, desire, need, want, lust, passion, sheer elation and something else so strong, something shimmering in the darkness that howled so loudly of eternity it almost frightened him. He couldn’t tell anymore whose thoughts were whose and he wasn’t sure it mattered, but he reached for it and found her joining him. They had merged into one being for this moment, the little shop girl and the powerful Time Lord, and they shone in an equality he never would have believed could exist until he saw it. They were two sides of one coin, yin and yang, the yellow and blue that made green, two halves of one glorious whole, and utterly, totally complete.

The Doctor yelled wordlessly out into the balmy, tropical night, his voice echoing to the stars as he claimed ownership of the woman he knew without doubt he now loved beyond all reason as in the same breath she branded his hearts as hers forever. He felt her contracting around him and no longer able to hold back, drove himself to completion, collapsing on top of her, his hearts pounding erratically, fire shooting across his vision, thunder pounding in his ears, and his breath coming in gasps as his mind tumbled into a blind sort of oblivion that knew only pleasure and hope and love.

Ch. 5: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/383709.html