Clara let out a content sigh as she finished washing the conditioner out of her black hair. She grabbed the bottle of body wash and was about to pour some into her hand when the shower door opened. She turned to see the Doctor, who stepped into the shower behind her.
"Hello, beautiful." He purred into her ear, kissing her cheek.
"Doctor." she smiled slightly. His closeness made her blush. It always did.
"I heard the shower running and I thought I could come…help you." He slid his hand over her arm and took the body wash from her. The Doctor squirted some of it into his hands and started massaging her stomach. Eventually he moved down to her hips and then her thighs. After getting all the way down to her feet, he worked his way back up to her stomach and then up to her breasts. He squeezed them slightly as he worked, pinching her nipples and leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder.
"Mmm." She mumbled, trying to keep back a moan.
The Doctor stopped what he was doing and moved so his lips were next to her ear. "Don't do that, love. You know what happens when you hold back your moans."
She nodded, blush darkening.
"What happens?"
"You punish me."
"You don't want me to punish you, do you?"
Clara shook her head feverously.
"Good." The Doctor growled with a smirk.
He grabbed the shower head and washed the soap off of her. "There." He kissed her cheek.
"Thanks." She said quietly.
"But you're still a dirty girl, aren't you?" he started nipping at her neck with his teeth. When she didn't reply, he bit down. "Aren't you?" he repeated.
She let out a moan, "Y-Yes, I am."
"I know what dirty girls like." The Doctor moved his hand down to her crotch where he traced a finger around her entrance.
Clara moaned again, arching her back.
He thrust his finger into her, using his other hand to massage one of her breasts.
"Doctor." Clara breathed. She reached behind her and grabbed his hips to pull him closer to her.
"You naughty girl." he whispered against her skin, "Do you like that?"
"Yes."
"How much do you like it?" the Doctor inserted another finger inside her, thrusting them in and out of her.
"Oh fuck." Clara moaned loudly, digging her nails into his hips.
"Oh you really like that." He traced his tongue over the red mark forming on her neck where he'd bitten her.
"Doctor." His name left her words in a pleasured plea, "More."
"So demanding. What if I just" he took his fingers out of her. "stopped?"
"No." she groaned, leaning her head back against his chest. "Don't stop."
"Tsk tsk tsk Clara, where are your manners?"
"Please, Doctor."
"Please, Doctor, what?"
"Please, Doctor, fuck me."
"Well since you asked so nicely." The Doctor turned her around so she was facing him and he sheathed himself inside her.
"Oh!" Clara all but screamed from the sudden pleasure.
The Doctor thrust into her at a fast pace, letting a small moan, "Fuck. So tight around me, Clara." He lifted her leg up to his hip so he could go even deeper inside her.
"Don't stop." She pleaded, "Please don't stop."
"Oh, trust me, I won't."
Clara's back arched and she tangled her hands into his hair, "I can't hold on much longer." She said between moans.
"Cum for me, baby." He growled, going faster.
"Doctor!" she cried out as she orgasmed, clenching her hands into fists and squeezing her eyes shut.
The Doctor kept thrusting into her and eventually he too went over the edge. He emptied his load inside of her with a long moan then pulled out of her and rested his forehead against hers. "Did you like that?"
She nodded, too exhausted to say anything.
"Such a good girl. All mine." he pressed a kissed to her forehead then looked down at her crotch, "It looks like you need to be cleaned up again."
The End.