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'Amy was still in the straddle position
and face to face managed to kiss and caress him,
while he carried her to the closest bedroom possible.'
They broke through the barrier of the door with a little bit of a struggle from The Doctor's divided attention, supporting Amy while keeping his mouth on hers at all times. Standing in the middle of the room again staring at one another, Amy decided it was hardly fair in her current position for The Doctor to still be wearing his shirt, however loose. She leant over to rip it off.
"Leave the bowtie, it's cool," The Doctor said with no sarcasm.
"For such a hot piece you are a big dork deep down," Amy said with a giggle, playing with him. "For the man I love, I would do anything. Except keep that bowtie on your neck, where else am I supposed to layer my kisses?"
"Oh Please, you know I never beg," The Doctor added with a wink.
"If you want it," she said teasing it off of his neck. "You'll have to come get it"
When she'd pulled through the silly contraption she slipped it into her dampened underwear, The Doctor with his fast reactions gave it a slight tug, to get back what was his. But it had slid across the sensitive tip of Amy, already at the brim with pleasure let out a light breathy moan as she fell again towards The Doctor.
At this point he knew she needed sorting out, then and there. He swept Amy off of her feet, with a firm grip on her ass and a supporting hand beneath her back he escorted her to the bed. The room was quite plain, cream walls, no mirrors, no cupboards just a bed and what looked like a comfortable rug on the floor, for later. The Tardis had said, 'I don't always take you where you want to go, but where you need to go.' Amy again considering The Doctor had the advantage, and after being placed upon the firm bed kissed a trail from his sternum all the way down the hair on his stomach. Planting kisses every few millimetre until she reached his jeans. Quickly undoing the button Amy gripped The Doctors ass and grabbed a handful of each cheek as she pulled his pants down around his ankles.
The Doctor kicked off his shoes and jeans, leaving on the socks, one of his 'things.' Now Amy couldn't be sure he wasn't hiding a tennis ball in there or something, but the size of the matter was better than most. She assumed it was some kind of 'Time Lord Blood Flow', or maybe he was just the sexiest person on the planet, and she had fallen for him and him for her. Standing in front of her was the man she loved. Mostly naked and she was thinking about Timey Wimey stuff, when she had a big ball of wibbly wobbly right in front of her face. The Doctor staring at her to make the next move, not wanting to scare her waited. His patience was greeted with a welcome gift. Amy had gripped the waistband, not waiting for another second to pass pulled them down over his thighs. As soon as she'd removed The Doctors real sonic screwdriver revealed itself, she could swear it was throbbing slightly as she reached over to place a warm hand on the shaft.
"Hnngg.." The Doctor groaned.
Unable to escape the pleasure he was being granted, with each pump of his cock The Doctor grew firmer under Amy's hot dainty hand. He was emitting short sharp breaths as the pre-cum trickled down Amy's wrist, his bottom jaw quavering with desire. Amy sucked at the tip of her Doctor, ridding it of its current fluids in preparation for the next. The Doctor felt Amy's turn had arrived, so to speak. Grabbing her hand by the fingertips and leading her to the middle of the bed, where he laid her down legs facing towards him.