Rory didn't stop Clara as her kiss grew from a curious peck on the lips to a full on snog. His hands found themselves traveling up her waist and stopped just short of touching her breasts. He wanted to so badly, he wanted to turn off that little voice in his head that kept screaming for him to stop. But there was another voice in him growing louder, drowning out reason. It kept insisting it was no harm done if Amy didn't find out. Still he resisted until Clara made the move.
She took his hands and guided them under her blouse. Now touching her bare skin and the edge of her lace bra. Clara chuckled through kisses as she unhooked her bra and moved Rory's hands up to her breasts.
Rory was surprised by his usually prudish friend's sudden bad behaviour but he was surprising himself as well. He'd kept toying with her breasts long after she'd stopped guiding his hands. She slowly pushed him down onto his back as she straddled him on the couch. Clara quickly took off her blouse to finally reveal herself. Rory could only watch as she began to unbutton his shirt. She giggled as she noticed Rory staring at her tits.
"You really like these, don't you?" Clara squeezed them together with her delicate little hands and started toying with her nipples. She could feel Rory growing underneath her. Clara smiled again, "Everybody always thinks I'm so sweet. Poor, sweet little Clara." She reached down and unbuttoned Rory's tightening trousers. "But I'll have you know that I'm not little and I'm not sweet." Clara began to massage Rory's throbbing cock with her hands as she continued to straddle him. She rolled her panties down to her ankles and began to slowly let him inside her, her breasts bouncing up and down as she started riding him. "I love that you're always such a good boy, Rory." She whispered. "But I've always dreamt of making you do bad things for me."
Rory nearly came then and there but stopped himself. "Bed.." He managed to speak through labored breaths.
"You want to do this in your bed?" Clara looked a little surprised. She didn't think he'd want to cheat on his wife on the bed he shared with her. But she loved the idea, he was doing bad things for her already just like she wanted.
Rory was feeling cramped on the couch. Clara was nearly a whole foot shorter than Rory was. He wanted the bed for the extra room. It would be so easy for him to toss her around. Rory almost didn't recognize his own thoughts. There was so much anger he'd been holding back, anger he wanted to take out on Clara. Luckily she was more than willing to participate.
Thoughts of Amy flickered through his mind as they ran into the bedroom. He didn't want to have second thoughts, to listen to reason. He was tired of being the sensible one, the one always picking up the pieces when things went wrong with hardly a thank you. He wanted to be the selfish one for once. Amy always got to be selfish. His thoughts of Amy were replaced with blind lust as Clara plopped herself on the bed with a flirtatious chuckle.
Clara did feel a small amount of guilt for what she was doing but she wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of what she wanted any longer. She's wanted to be the one Rory loved. She knew this wasn't love but she could have this moment. Would it really make her feel any better in the end? A conscience within her started to speak. She pushed it from her mind. "What are you waiting for?" She smiled at Rory, who was simply staring at her lying in his bed.
He slowly climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. He wanted to take in everything about this moment. "We have time before she gets home." He said aloud although he was half thinking it to himself. He slid his fingers down and began stroking her softly. Clara chuckled and bit her lip as she felt Rory slip his fingers inside her.
She was different, he didn't know where her spot was. After nearly ten years of marriage, it was simple with Amy. He could get her off in a minute, not so with Clara. "Tell me where to go." He whispered. He wondered if The Doctor knew where to go, how fast could he get Amy off? The thought reminded him how angry he was, he took Clara's legs and put them over his shoulders. He penetrated her and started pumping so hard, Clara let out little high pitched whimpers as she dug her fingers into the covers. It took a minute for Rory's rage to take a backseat. "Are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine.." Clara whispered through quick breaths. "I didn't expect you to be so.. rough."
"Sorry" He whispered back while easing off.
"I didn't tell you to stop." Clara took hold of his arm. "I wasn't saying I didn't like it, just that I was surprised." Clara blushed a bit. "I like you rough."
"That's not usually me." Rory whispered as he let himself back inside her, much more slowly this time.
Clara chuckled as the feeling of Rory fucking her so sweetly made her back tingle. "You're too cute." She whispered. "But don't think you have to pretend you're not angry. We wouldn't be doing this if you weren't. I want to feel your anger. Is that a crazy thing to say?"
"Not really." Rory whispered short of breath, as he spoke while they fucked slowly on the bed. Rory understood Clara all too well in fact. That's the way he felt about Amy. When she got angry, and boy could she get angry, she was amazing in bed. At the thought of her, Rory shook his head and pulled out. "Where should I..." He glanced down not knowing where he ought to finish.