Chapter Ten : Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time

With a dark and wicked smile the Doctor pulled Rose tight against him, distracting her with a slow kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat that made her close her eyes and whimper. Before she even realised what his intention was he rolled her over so that he had the advantage, and she was caught beneath him. He lifted his weight off her slightly, his eyes drinking her in. Then he moved quickly, pulling himself out of her wet warmth and leaving the bed as she made a strangled noise of protest. His hands moved to the back of her knees and he dragged her to the edge of the bed as he stood over her, his eyes dark with blatant desire.

Rose stared back at him, licked her lips but did not look away, willing to play whatever game he had in mind.

The Doctor glanced to the glass tumbler that sat on the cabinet next to the bed, scooped out one of the ice cubes and leant over Rose. Silent, he stroked the ice like a cold kiss across her lips and down her throat, watching intently as the ice water trickled from his fingers and onto her warm skin. He followed the line of her collarbone and his eyes darkened; fascinated by the droplets of water pooled there and the way Rose trembled under him. He moved closer, his mouth teasing, and carefully he lapped up the water, smiling against the fluttering pulse that beat so wildly beneath her skin.

He drew back, watching her reactions, never wanting to forget the way she looked. He trailed the ice cube to her breasts and circled one nipple with agonising slowness, watching it react to the cold; hardening into a tight and aching peak.

When Rose began to whimper from the torment, he came close against her again, taking her other nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, first gentle then voracious. He flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then dragged it between his teeth and gently nipped at it before drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking at her breast with a barely contained hunger. And all the while that he suckled so ardently at her breast he trailed what was left of the quickly melting ice down her body, tracing chilling lines across her stomach.

Rose moaned and arched under him, her hands fisting into the bed sheets. Her breath caught in her throat and she cried out as the Doctor's cool fingertips smeared the trickles of water across her skin.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he drew back from her and gazed down at her beneath him. Her lips were full, her eyes cloudy and her body was aching to be taken by him. She was a vision, a fallen angel and he desired her now more than ever.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice like rich soft velvet. He would stop this now if she was even the slightest bit unsure of moving the game forward.

Rose's eyes fluttered open to stare back at him and she hesitated, a little lost in his gaze. "Yeah," she whispered and took an unsteady breath. "I trust you."

He held her gaze and drew in a slow breath. "Turn over."

Rose said nothing, instead she did as he had asked and turned over, shifting onto her hands and knees. She felt him move behind her, positioning himself so that he was close against her. His hands stroked down her back, smoothed over her bum then moved across her stomach and up to her breasts, which he cupped tightly, before pulling her up and against him. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing between her legs, and frustrated with wanting him inside her she whimpered, trying to move her body so that he would slide into her, but he held her firmly in place, denying her.

"I can smell you," he whispered into her ear. "You're so ready." He trailed one hand down her body and slid one long finger inside her. "So wet," he said approvingly and stroked soft circles around her clitoris. "So turned on."

"Doctor, please..." Her head lolled forward. She could feel herself soaking his hand as he touched her. "Please."

"Tell me what you want," he said quietly as he pushed a second finger deep inside her. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, Rose."

"Fuck me," she hissed through clenched teeth, her body screaming in frustration. "I want you to fuck me. I want it fast and hard and deep. Doctor… please, I want you inside me so much."

The Doctor slid his fingers out from her core, returning a moment later, but this time he was holding the remaining ice cubes.

"You still okay with this?"

Rose nodded wordlessly as the Doctor slowly eased her back down so that she was again on her hands and knees. He leant in close and kissed her shoulder, his teeth gently grazing the skin as she trembled in anticipation, and then without another word he spread her legs further apart, stroked the ice over her clitoris and pushed the melting ice cubes inside her.

Rose had only a second to catch her breath from the sudden burn of cold when she felt the Doctor move forward and push his cock up into her, filling her and stretching her even more than he had done before.

Her body shook as his cold fingers found her clit, circling it as he began to set his pace inside her, pulling out and pushing in, and all the while the ice moved and melted.

The fierce cold that was held within her was almost painful, stinging like ice needles, but each increasingly wild and possessive thrust into her that the Doctor made seemed to dull the sting a little more. And soon all Rose was aware of was her bodies heightened sensations.

He took her exactly as she had asked him too, hard and fast and deep. He drove into her with an increasing fierceness. He slammed his cock inside her with a brutality that she had only ever dreamed of, and as he did so Rose cried out words of filth and encouragement. She did not know how long it went on for; only that she did not want it to end. Not ever. This was bliss in its truest definition, and she wanted it to burn like a fire through every atom of her body.

Rose could feel the Doctor's cock harden and thicken inside her, the cool drizzle of ice water trickle from her at each withdrawal, and the tightening knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach. She was close, so damn close, and the Doctor seemed to instinctively know that she would not last much longer as he quickly changed his pace. His movements becoming even wilder, more erratic, and his busy fingers at her clit became increasingly fevered in their desire to push her over the edge.

"You're mine," the Doctor told her possessively, and with that Rose broke apart, and the Doctor's fingers brought her to a shattering orgasm that rushed fire through her body. A heartbeat later she cried out his name as she felt his climax within her, his cock pulsing and jerking in her tightness, his seed filling her.

Later, and only half aware, she felt the Doctor ease himself out from her and turn her over onto her back. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sleepily up at him.

The Doctor stared back at her as if she was all that existed, then he brushed his lips to her soft, warm skin and she arched up into him as he covered her body in a thousand unhurried kisses.

He kissed her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips and her throat. He kissed her shoulder, her breasts, her stomach and her hip. He took her small hands into his and kissed her wrists, palms and then each fingertip. He moved low on the bed and kissed the length of her legs, slid her thighs apart and kissed the soft warmth that led to her centre. And then, as Rose held her breath and gazed back at him spellbound, he slid his tongue deeply into her, tasting her sweetness, before he blew a cool breath against her sensitive clitoris and drew it into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

It was too much for Rose and she shattered beneath him, a second breathtaking orgasm sending her soaring rapidly up into the stars. When she drifted back she opened her eyes and found herself held safe in the circle of her lover's arms.

The Doctor gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Rose?" he whispered.

Sleepily she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him. "Hmm?"

"Shower."

Rose opened her eyes and rolled out of his embrace. She shook her head, a pout forming at her lips. "No," she protested. "I want to wake up in the morning smelling of sex, an' you."

The Doctor's eyes darkened at Rose's confession, but there was a depth of sadness there he could not entirely conceal. "Shower," he repeated quietly as he left the bed, picked Rose up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.