Her night clothes were beginning to get in her way so Rose slid off the bed and started to remove them. Even in the semi-darkness she could tell John was watching her. She started to slowly unbutton her pyjama top, letting her fingers linger suggestively. She could hear John's breath quickening as he sat up to watch and her shirt began to come open.
Now aching to have him inside her she came up behind him, shoved his shirt up around his shoulders and pulled his trousers down in the same movement. He was still not aroused, and this made her want to grind her teeth in frustration. Instead she decided to remedy that and pushing him onto his back she knelt next to him and took him into her mouth.
In Rose's experience this should have made her partner groan with passion or at the very least harden at her touch. She was not ready to be shoved off and have him hastily pull his trousers back up.
"Too much?" she asked after recovering from her surprise at his actions.
His position, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them as he gazed at her with wide eyes made her rethink her approach, "what's wrong?" she asked touching him gently on the shoulder.
"I thought," he slowly spoke, "that you were going to devour me."
Rose wanted to laugh but he was deadly serious. She clicked her teeth together comically, "no biting."
After some gentle coaxing she got him to uncurl, lower the trousers once again and let her take him into her mouth once more. His whole body was tense, and his eyes tightly shut as she began. But soon the reaction she expected to get came to pass and her small mouth was being filled by him. Moments later, she felt him swell further and not wanting him to climax, not just yet, she let him go.
Taking a moment to catch her breath she was about to suggest he finish disrobing when, in a surprise move, he grabbed her. He encircled her waist with his long arms, turning her to face him as he knelt in front of her, and his mouth found her breasts.
Instantly she felt a rush of moisture flow from her as he licked and nibbled at first one highly sensitised nipple then the other. Rising slightly John lowered her to the bed, Rose still locked around him, he manoeuvred himself to lying on top of her.
She was completely naked beneath him, while he still had on the tshirt and the spare sweat pants Pete had loaned him bunched around his knees. The sensation of the material on her flesh made her skin tingle. He seemed in no hurry to get undressed, but rather busied himself with exploring her body.
The oral fixation she had noted in The Doctor, was echoed in his half human clone she realised with delight as his unrelenting mouth tasted her head to toe before concentrating on her now red hot centre.
As this tongue dipped into her, first with caution, then with abandon she cried out and tightened her thighs around his head. When he added two long fingers into her as well as the still tasting mouth, she felt a new flood of wetness and shuddered around him with a near-scream.
She did so she thought she heard a self-satisfied chuckle come from her partner. As her breath and mind returned to her she wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure. He then slid up on her with a wide grin. She realised she had not imagined the laugh as he still seemed very pleased with himself.
Unconsciously she laughed too. This was a mistake, she instantly realised. His smile faded in a heart beat and he looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed and hide.
Not wanting to lose him now, she pulled him in by the back of his head and as she licked his lips, tasting herself on him. She let her hands trail down his spine, "get ready for the ride of your life," she breathed out huskily and straddling his lap let her breasts rub against his soft chest hair as her hand once again took hold of him, teasing him with her fingers.