A/N: So sorry for the delay. I have been blocked with this chapter, so I finally said "suck it up and get it done."
Here is the result.
Rose's moaning spurred John on even more.
She was sitting on the counter with the handsome doctor between her legs as he sucked hard on her neck. She ran her hands through his floppy hair, eliciting a shiver from him. He applied more pressure to the left side of her neck, and she wrapped her legs tightly around him.
Bringing him exactly where she wanted him.
He began thrusting against her, against her center as he continued his work on her neck. He moved to the right side as her moans increased. Little John was screaming for attention, but he would have to wait.
"Johnnnn," she said breathlessly.
He had managed to unbutton her blouse during that time. He pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. She let it drop off her right hand.
He pulled back a moment to catch his breath, earning a whimper from the blonde. He chuckled.
Face flushed, hair mussed, a bruise already forming on the left side of her neck and the makings of one on her right barely visible. John smirked to himself as she tightened her grip on him with her legs.
"Why did you stop?"
He gave her a soft kiss before continuing, noting how smooth her skin was against the navy-colored bra she wore. "I had to, my love. I needed to breathe. And calm things down a bit." he rocked his hips towards her again, causing another moan. "Don't want things to end before they begin."
Rose loved it when John's voice got low; it was super sexy. And when he dropped it just then, she swore she came a bit.
She reached for her handsome boyfriend and tugged at his black sweater. He grinned and pulled it off in one fluid motion, dropping it by her blouse. She ran her hands over the planes of his chest.
"You are so beautiful," she said honestly.
Little John exploded inside his pants.
He wasn't going to lie; John Smith had always thought himself attractive. He had done a bit of modeling to help pay for college and landed three national spots. Even now, he took the occasional job on the side.
But hearing those words from the woman he loved so deeply pushed him over the edge. He lunged towards her and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
"I love you Rose Tyler," he said in her ear, ignoring the stickiness.
She whimpered at that as his hands found their way to where her bra was hooked. In one fluid motion, it was also on the floor. Her nipples perked up at the cold. That gave John an idea.
Turning to his right, he grabbed his wine glass. Rose was confused for a moment as she saw him take a drink. Then she saw the ice cube sticking out of his mouth. He turned to her.
"Oh," she said softly.
With a devilish look in his eye, he bent down and ran the cube over her left nipple. She hissed loudly at that as it instantly hardened from the cold.
"God damn!"
He smiled and circled the ice around her nipple some more, before moving to the right one. He adjusted his now-hard self.
She was on the precipice of her orgasm when they were interrupted.
"Oh my god!" came the cry from the door. "People eat here!"
Swallowing the last of the ice, John stood up. He looked over Rose's shoulder as she laid her head against his chest, trying to stifle her laughter.
"People can also eat in their rooms," he said.
The brunette glared hard at him and put her hands on her hips.
"They can also do what you're doing in bedrooms too, where little sisters aren't traumatized."
Rose burst out laughing.
John wrapped his arm around her and smiled at his sister. He reached down and picked up Rose's shirt along with his own. She put it in front of her and turned around, smiling at her friend.
"Talk later?"
Clara just glared at her.
Laughing, Rose exited the kitchen.
John grabbed his sweater and moved from the counter. Clara saw the very prominent bulge in his pants and turned away, disgusted.
"Gross," she said. He rolled his eyes.
"You were the one pushing for us to get together for years." He wandered over to the kitchen's door.
"That doesn't mean I want to know about my brother's sex life." Clara walked to the counter and reached up to the cabinet with the disinfectant. She pulled a wipe out and dramatically began cleaning the area the two lovers had just been, making John laugh.
"You wouldn't want to know mine," she said, looking up at him.
He paused and nodded.
Clara then gestured to his middle. "You should go take care of that."
He looked down and his eyes grew wide. "Oh! Yes. I think I shall." He gave his sister a wink and exited the room. She rolled her eyes.
It was true, she was happy they finally got together. She had been shipping them for years. But she also didn't want to know about her brother's anatomy or sex life. She had figured it out that time in college through his behavior (and a few casual things he had said) and was both happy and sad. She had wanted Rose to be his first but was also happy that he was no longer a pain the ass.
Something on her left caught her eye and she looked down to see Rose's bra still lying there. She sighed and hanged it on the doorknob to the front, so that her friend could grab it on her way out.
John closed the door to his bedroom and turned to his girlfriend. They both burst out laughing.
"Clara's scarred for life," Rose said. Her breasts jiggled up and down from the laughter. John enjoyed watching them.
"Good," he said as he walked over to her. He gently pushed her back on the bed, noting that she was just in navy panties now. "All younger sisters should be traumatized by older brothers at some point."
He made quick work of his own pants, seeing that the prominent bulge had deflated a bit. He then positioned himself over Rose and took her left nipple in her mouth. She hissed and arched her back towards him.
Little John was back in a flash.
He worked slowly over his girlfriend, savoring every moment. Her moans and groans were loud enough to carry downstairs. He wondered how long it would be before Clara blared the TV at an unreasonable volume.
He thought that a challenge.
After a few more minutes, Rose screamed his name as her orgasm took hold. She pulled hard on his hair, causing Little John to twitch.
He heard a thump against the bedroom door and chuckled as Rose came back to Earth.
She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled her towards him hard, kissing him with everything she had.
"Fuck me."
Both her panties and his boxers were off in seconds.
John positioned himself and looked into her cinnamon eyes. They were full of love and lust.
"I love you," he said softly.
She repeated the words, and he grabbed his dick, slowly pushing inside her. Rose's back arched off the bed as he moved.
I will never get over how big he is or how much he fills me. This is it.
He steadied a moment to give her time to adjust to his size. John knew he had been blessed with a big dick, but sometimes women didn't like that.
The noises Rose made though, confirmed that she was not one of those women. And he was very glad about that. So was Little John.
He began pushing deeper and then pulling almost out of her as he laced his hands with hers. They found a rhythm immediately and their movements hastened. After all, she had said fuck.
In all honesty, John liked it rough. It seemed more passionate to him, as though he couldn't get enough. But he totally understood taking time and savoring it too. Some days, that was necessary.
But today, it was about satiating his and her needs.
The headboard began a methodical thumping against the wall as the two lovers quickened their pace. He was in so deep and never wanted to come out. Rose was moaning so loudly he had a quick worry that the neighbors would call the police. Then he didn't really care.
Let them know I'm pleasuring my girlfriend. They all probably think I'm gay anyway.
"I'm…getting…close…John," Rose said with each pant. They both had a beautiful sheen of sweat covering them. He increased his pace slightly and bent down to whisper in her ear.
"Don't think you're done with one orgasm."
She glanced at him, and he smirked. "I plan on having you good and sore, Rose Tyler. I want everyone at your photo shoot tomorrow to know you've been fucked thoroughly by your boyfriend."
Another hard thrust and Rose was over the edge.
She screamed his name and dug her nails into his back as waves of pleasure washed over her. She thought she could see heaven and the stars.
John continued his thrusting through her orgasm, reaching down to rub her clit. She immediately came again.
A loud bang was heard downstairs but the two were so engrossed in themselves that they couldn't care.
Seeing his beautiful girlfriend like that was enough. He tumbled over and joined her in bliss after two more hard thrusts, his seed spilling deep inside her as she pumped him dry. He collapsed against her slick body as they both rode the wave of their orgasms. She continued pumping him, earning every last drop of his cum.
He absolutely loved the thought of her filled of him, both during and after sex.
He also was glad that she was on birth control and he made a mental note to look into a vasectomy in the new year.
After his breathing had regulated and his heart had slowed down, he pushed himself off her and slowly pulled out. She pouted from the emptiness, but he assured her he wasn't done. He just needed a moment to recover.
He laid next to her and pulled her against his chest. They both stayed silent for a bit, their skin starting to cool.
"Wow," Rose finally said. He hummed in agreement.
She turned and kissed him gently. "You know I haven't been with many men, but I have never had sex like that."
John smiled, his ego inflating. "Glad to oblige."
She smacked him gently, earning a laugh from him. "I'm serious. That was so fucking intense and so fucking perfect. We need to fuck more often."
John's inner caveman cheered.
"We can do whatever you want, Rose." He ran a hand through her hair gently. "I think certain occasions call for different types of sex."
She nodded. "I agree. And this time it was definitely warranted."
"You're not done though," he said. She looked at him quizzically. "I meant what I said, I want everyone at that shoot tomorrow to know you've been fucked well."
She laughed. "Good thing I'll be sitting down for most of it. I don't think they'd appreciate jelly legs."
She lifted her toned, perfect leg to examine. John felt himself waking up a bit at the sight.
Both were quiet for a minute before Rose said "what was that loud bang?"
John shrugged. "Clara probably left."
Rose ducked her head. "Oops."
He kissed the top of it. "No worries, Rose. I'm sure I'll get an earful from her later about how we shouldn't have sex so loudly when other people live here."
The blonde laughed. "Maybe we should just do my place since I live alone."
He kissed her gently. "Yes, but then I miss out on all the fantasies I have of you in my bed."
She raised an eyebrow at that. "Such as?"
John grinned evilly.
His bed had never had such a workout in its life.
A/N: Someone returns next chapter.