"Agreed." She said as she took his hands with a smile. She had missed all that and she hoped that when Damian could sleep longer, that they could retake their sex life back.

"Guess we'll have to have quiet sex under the covers. A five minute quickie from now on." She joked.

John threw back his head, letting out a loud groan, "Oh god, I don't even care if it's quiet and under the covers, I can't go another five months without fucking you," he muttered, kissing behind Clara's ear as he pushed her gently into the bathroom, turning the shower on for her.

She chuckled and kept teasing him as she tied back her hair. "It wasn't that bad. You must have at least wanked while taking a shower, no?" She asked as she stepped in the shower.

John raised his eyebrow, trying to make his smirk not as obvious, "Pft, I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, following after her as he stood underneath the shower head, letting the water fall over his face.

She took the soap and passed it to him as she waited for him to get out from under the shower head. "Yeah, you must have." She smirked at him. "Next time you do it, let me watch." She smirked at him and stood a bit under the shower head, careful to not wet her hair.

He sniffed and raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he took the soap, moving it across his chest and down towards his crotch, his blue eyes locked onto Clara's, "You can watch me right now, if you want to."

She followed shamelessly the path of the soap and licked his lips. Unfortunately for him, she was in a teasing mood. She bit her lip and shrugged, turning her back on him as she enjoyed the water cascading down her back. "Still can get it up for a second round, old man?"

John laughed into Clara's ear, his fingers moving strands of her hair away from her neck as he leant down and kissed up the length of it, "I can get it up every single time, darling." He grinned and reached down to touch himself, letting out a low growl as he closed his eyes, "All I have to do is imagine you down on your knees in front of me."

When he growled, she turned her head to look at him and as he closed his eyes, she turned around fully, pushing him bit back to watch him as she showered. She licked her lips in anticipation as he touched himself. She was excited. She had never seen anyone masturbating right in front of her. She smirked at his description. "Yeah? What else do you imagine me doing while I'm kneeling in front of you?" She asked as she took the soap from his hand and started using it.

John opened his eyes, running his hand up and down his shaft as he kept eye contact with Clara, "I imagine you sucking me off until you gag and then I stand you up and take you from behind until you're screaming my name," he let out a low groan and started to breathe heavily, feeling himself harden in his own hand.

She felt an itch between her legs as she saw him jacking off, growing harder in his own hand. She felt hot all over her body and she watched him as if she wanted to eat him, which was probably true.

"Why don't you make that a reality?" Her eyes focused on his cock as she drag the bar of soap over her shoulders and then around her breasts.

John's blue eyes watched wherever Clara moved the bar of soap and took in a big breath, a growl escaping his lips, "Glady," he muttered before he grabbed Clara and turned her around, slamming her into the wall, grabbing a handful of her hair to turn her head to the side before her face hit the wall. He growled into Clara's ear, his cock edging closer to her entrance, "Rough? Or do you want me to be gentle?"

Clara's body hit the wall and she let out a yelp when he grabbed her hair and her cheek pressed against the wall. She breathed heavily, hands pressed against the wall as he trapped her between it and his body. She shrugged a shoulder, a smirk present on her lips as Clara looked at him out if the corner of her eye. "Surprise me."

John smirked, his hand yanking her head back as he kissed down Clara's throat, his eyes closing. He growled under his breath, looked down and adjusted himself as he used his free hand to pull her back a little and bend her over. With a growl, he slammed himself inside of Clara, his whole length taking her as his free hand reached up and grabbed her chin, turning her head so she would look at him.

She let out a scream, she didn't expect him just to slam into her and she wasn't anticipating that. It hurt a little but nothing she couldn't handle. "Damn!" Was all she said as she looked at him, surprised.

He grinned at Clara, raising his eyebrow, "I believe that was a surprise," he smirked and started to move his hips slowly, his grip on her face releasing as he leaned forward to kiss her, biting down on her lip.

"Mhm." Was all she could say as he bit her lip, moving his hips slowly. How much she wished she had something to hold onto instead of the wet wall, which was of no use. She opened her mouth to him, her eyes closing as she felt him move inside her.

John pulled all the way out of Clara, waited for a moment and then pushed all the way inside her, his hand tugging on her hair. One of his arms rested against the wall, giving her something to hold on to. He groaned into her mouth, biting her bottom lip a little harder, his tongue exploring her mouth. She kissed him back, touching around the wall until she found his arm and held onto it. He was such a tease sometimes, she moved her hips in sync with his, opening her legs a little wider.

John pulled away from Clara's lips, his hand on the back of her head as he growled and sped his hips up, his lips inches from Clara's as his blue eyes darkened with lust, "Good girl," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening.

"Mmm, yes, faster, John, dammit." She growled. She didn't know where that came from. However, she did love it when he called her a 'good girl' because all she wanted to do at this moment was please him.

John grinned and leaned forward to press a hard kiss to Clara's lips, a smirk on his face, "Did you just growl at me?" He questioned her, his voice low as his Scottish accent became more and more pronounced. He looked down, his hand releasing Clara's hair as he rested it against her ass, his eyes darkening as he picked up the pace, moving his hips a little quicker.

She moaned and nodded, unable to make a sound. She breathed heavily and she felt her body temperature rising. "Fuck me just like that." She moaned, unable to control her thighs from trembling. Five months without sex had made her quite weak where John was concerned. It seemed like all her body wanted to do was cum.

John grinned, a thought crossing his mind. He smirked to himself and pulled all the way out of Clara and turned her around to face him. He winked at her and dropped to his knees, the water from the shower pouring all over him as his hands gripped Clara's thighs, his eyes closing as he kissed her inner thigh, spreading her legs.

She breathed heavily as she reclined against the wall. She wanted to kill him for pulling out like that. She looked down at him and licked her lips. "My legs are about to give out, John, I don't want to die in a shower." Clara moaned, feeling him kissing a bit higher up her thigh each time.

John ignored her and growled against her inner thigh, his hand reaching up to pin her hips against the wall. He grinned and devoured her, his tongue pushing inside of Clara, thumb flicking over her clit with each movement of his tongue.

"Ahh, fuck!" She seemed to want to escalate the wall, given the fact that she just had stood on the tip of her toes as he ate her out. The man was an absolute menace. She was glad she had him in her life for many reasons, but one of the top five was because he care about her so much that he always made her cum twice or more if he was feeling particularly sadistic. She gripped his wet hair tight, feeling herself edging closer.

"Hmm," he mumbled in approval, his fingers gripping her thighs tighter as he moved his tongue deeper inside of her, his thumb staying on her clit and not moving. He loved the taste of her and John could never see himself getting tired of it.

She groaned as she could feel herself getting closer and shamelessly thrusting into his mouth. She didn't let him know she was close in case he pulled away. Her whole body was tightening already. John ate Clara out like it was the last thing he would do on earth, a triumphing growl forming in his throat as he pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, tasting her completely. John's thumb rubbed Clara's clit, waiting for her to cum hard. She came hard in his mouth, his name on her lips as she pressed herself close to the wall. Her legs gave out but she immediately put her hands on John's shoulder to steady herself as she breathed heavily.

John growled and swallowed her juices, moving his tongue out of Clara. He wiped his mouth and stood up, winking at her, "More where that came from, I have five months to make up for."

"Oh my god." Was all she could say. Could he not see that her legs had given out? She swallowed, steeling herself for what was to come, what else could she do? She couldn't say no to him because she also wanted this. "Outside the shower then, okay?" She looked down at his crotch then up at him.

John nodded, lifted Clara up and helped her stand. He winked at Clara and grabbed a towel, moving into their bedroom as he placed it over the sheets, not wanting to soak their duvet. John grinned and walked back into the bathroom, lifting Clara over his shoulder as he slapped her ass. He laughed loudly, "Come on Oswald, gotta have some fun today."

He dropped Clara down on the bed and quickly disappeared down the stairs. John made his way back up and dropped everything on the bed. He closed the door, locking it so Donna wouldn't walk in on them. He had bought up a pair of handcuffs, ice cream and sex toys.

She yelped when he slapped her ass and then once again when he dropped her in the bed. She laid down and closed her eyes, trying to rest a little until he came back. He came back surprisingly quick and she sat up when she saw him come with a bag and when threw everything on the bed, she grinned at him. "My god, you weren't kidding. That's why you took so long..." She trailed off, ignoring all the other sex toys and focusing on the ice cream and handcuffs. She took them and raised them to see them clearly.

"That's kinky, mister."

John shrugged, "Thought we'd do something we haven't tried before?" He asked her, but it wasn't really a question. John smirked and took the handcuffs from Clara, "What do you think? Or are you not into that?"

"I've been waiting to be with someone who was into that." She was excited, of course, but she was also a bit nervous. She crossed her arms over her chest. "The ice cream is for what exactly?" She asked as she opened it and took a bit of it with her finger.

John smirked and raised his eyebrow. He climbed over the top of Clara, his hand reaching out to handcuff one of her wrists to the bedpost. He smirked, dipped his finger in the ice cream and placed a trail of it down her stomach until it reached her waistline. John leaned down and dragged his tongue down where the ice cream was, hoping the cold sensation would startle her.

Clara let him handcuff her, something about not being able to move turned her on. She hissed slightly when he left a trail of ice cream down her stomach. "That's cold." She whined slightly but bit her lip after he licked the ice cream off of her.

John laughed and reached her other arm up to handcuff both of her wrists to the bedposts, "That's the idea, Oswald..." He muttered, dipping his finger in the ice cream as he placed it in between her breasts, his tongue immediately licking it up, his blue eyes watching her with a certain intensity he hadn't given her yet.

She hissed again when he laid the cold ice cream between her breasts, her skin breaking into goose bumps. It was also incredibly sexy to see him licking ice cream off of her. "You've done that before, eh?" She said with a slight smirk. His eyes were too intense, she was certain he would torture her for a long time.

John raised his eyebrow, "I'm fifty nine years old, of course I've done it before," he smirked, dipped his finger in the ice cream again and placed it along Clara's waistline. John disappeared in between her legs, spreading them as he slowly licked the cold ice cream from her waistline and then dropped more onto one of her inner thighs, slowing dragging his tongue upwards, licking the ice cream away.

She held onto her handcuffs as she looked down at him. Her breathing had sped up and she was feeling a little thirsty. She almost wanted to kick that smirk off of his face. The arrogant twat.

"Of course you have."