Mommah's Birthday Bash - Day 8
"I .. I don't know how to do this." The Doctor says. "Nonsense. I am sure your hearts remember." You purr. He smiles wryly at you. You have such faith in me." He says.
The hopelessness in his voice breaks your heart.
"Of course I do. I love you." You whisper. The Doctor heaves a tremulous sigh. "I ... I think I love you, too." He murmurs.
You cup his cheek. "Let me remind you." You cooe. The Doctor nods. "Yes ... yes please." He stammers. You smile sweetly at him and pull him down for a sweet, slow kiss.
The Doctor heaves a soft sigh. It takes him a moment to lean into it, but you feel him thaw against you. You caress his face, easing him into deepening the kiss. You moan softly in unison.
His hands gently find your hips.
The kiss lasts and The Doctor presses himself against you. You run your fingers down his jaw and over his throat. He leans slowly into your touch.
"Do you consent?" You whisper against his lips. It gives him pause. You value his autonomy, his consent. But the concept seems a bit forgein to him.
The silence lasts between you and you make ready to pull away. But The Doctor grabs you by the waist. "I consent." He rasps.
You smile at him. "Thank you." You cooe.
You renew the kiss, tangling your fingers into his curls. The Doctor groans softly against your lips.
You back up to the nearby bed. He lets you. He even pulls you a bit closer. You taste eagerness in his kisses now. You lick into his mouth to sample more of it and he moans. You moan back, caressing his tongue with your own.
And then slowly you move him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. The Doctor gasps softly. He puts his hands on your hips again.
You lean down to resume the kiss, but The Doctor tilts his head away. He exposes his neck, throat and beautiful jaw to you. He is pleading you without words.
"See, you know how to do this." You purr.
You close the distance, kissing at his neck. The Doctor moans softly. It is a desperate little noise. You chuckle and give him another sensual kiss there, before you inch upwars, to nip at his jaw.
"More, please." He breathes. "Are you sure?' You cooe. The Doctor swallows audibly, but nods. "I w-I want this. I want you." He rasps. 'I want you, too." You reply softly.
"Let me undress you." You whisper, between kisses and nips. The Doctor can barely stop moaning. "Yes pl-please." He whispers. You smile and press a fierce kiss against his lips.
You slowly, carefully help him out of his clothes. The Doctor is trembling ever so slightly.
You take the time to marvel at his smooth handsome physique. The Doctor flusters a little. You chuckle and cup his cheek. "You look stunning." You whisper, making him look at you. "I have looked better and I will look better." He replies. "Gods, I will be dashing, I was Adonis like."
"But you are stunning now." You murmur, leaning in to kiss him sensually. He moans against your lips.
"I want you to undress, too." He mutters. "Undress me, yourself." You purr.
The Doctor hesitates for a moment. "What if I touch you wrong?" He asks. You shake your head. "You will not." You cooe. "How are you so sure?" The Doctor demands softly. "Because you never did before and you never will." You cooe. "Thank you." The Doctor mutters.
He undresses you, tenderly and with a sort of reverence. "You are so beautiful." He whispers, pressing kisses along your shoulder. You heave a happy sigh.
Gingerly you rock your pelvis against his. He groans softly. You feel him grow below you. You press yourself more firmly against him.
"I feel how wet you are." The Doctor whispers hoarsely. You take his hand, placing it between you. "Feel it." You whisper. He nods and parts your folds with tentative fingers.
Tentatively he pushes one finger inside you. You gasp and rock against his hand. "That is a pretty sound." The Doctor mutters, slowly thrusting his finger. In and out, in and out, while looking at your face. He looks for your pleasure, for your lips curling slightly out every time you moan sweetly for him.
You grasp him by the root of his cock. "Oh.." He breathes laboriously. It is like he is not expecting you to pleasure him in return.
Slowly you begin to jerk him off. The Doctor grunts and bucks into your hand. "Is it good?" You cooe innocently. "Y-yes." He groans. "I know something better." You purr.
You lean down to kiss him. He moans into your mouth. "Please." The Doctor grows. Slowly he retracts his fingers from you. You whine at the loss, but line up his cock instead.
You sink down on him. "Oh!" The Doctor gasps. "F-fuck." You moan. You take him inside till his root. He carefully grasps your hips, holding you still.
"You feel so good." He rasps. "You do too." You cooe. You lean closer to kiss him, slowly, sensually. The Doctor moans loudly.
You begin to ride him. His grip on your hips tightens considerably and he kisses you more fiercely. You moan into his mouth, rolling your pelvis against his.
"G-gah!" The Doctor gasps, in a strangled way. "Good?" You purr. "Yes.. yes, Gods yes." The Doctor chants. He breaks away from your lips to nose at your throat, collarbone and breasts.
You slow down for him. "Go ahead." You whisper. The Doctor casts his eyes up at you. His lips find your nipple. "Good, very good." You cooe. Slowly, The Doctor begins to suckle. You moan, carding your fingers into his hair. "So good for me." You praise. The Doctor groans against your flesh.
He bucks up into you. You gasp loudly. He hits that magic spot inside you. "Oh!" You moan for him. He groans in reply and repeats his motion. Again and again you moan, again and again he thrusts.
"I cannot keep at this for long. I will soon finish." The Doctor whispers. "That is okay, you can finish inside me." You cooe. The Doctor swallows audibly. "Truly?" He mutters, lips brushing your jaw. "Yes, truly." You affirm.
You rock against him, in time with the bucking of his hips. In unison you moan. "Go ahead, finish inside me, fill me up." You encourage him. The Doctor groans loudly.
"I'm g-I'm cl-close." He whispers. You wrap your arms tightly around it. "Cum for me." You cooe. The Doctor heaves a sigh and shoves his face between your breasts.
His pelvis stutters against yours. He is spending himself deep inside you. You can't help a happy little moan.
"Thank you, Doctor." You whisper, peppering his face with kisses. "No, thank you." The Doctor mutters.
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