“Come here,” he begs softly.“Come to me.”He lies back on the bed and pulls me down with him.His hands gently touch my face, his eyes locked on mine — warm, so kind.Everything else in my world is about to fall apart, except for this: he and I, together, bodies pressed against each other, his touch, my mouth crushing against his, my erection rubbing against his.
“Touch me,” he says, with a deep, steady voice.“Do you want to touch me?”Insecurity creeps into his words.
“Yes,” I breathe into his mouth.“I do.”
I bring two fingers to his mouth.The Doctor parts his lips, and I slide them inside.He sucks on them, lust in his eyes, desire in my veins.Then I trail my fingers down his chest and over his torso, reaching his erection, hard and stretched towards me.I take it in my hand and stroke it slowly.
The Doctor moves onto the mattress.His moans travel down my spine, echoing through my core; I go down and caress the tip with my lips.The Doctor watches me, breathlessly, as I take him into my mouth.He slides his fingers into my hair, the gentle pressure urging me to take him deeper, to go faster.But I have other plans.
“I want to feel you.Can I?”I ask.
“Yeah.God, yes.”
I reach for the bottle of lube, then wet my fingers with it.I come back to him.I tease him with my tongue while my fingers begin to massage his opening.
“Yeah,” he says, panting.“Fuck, yeah.”
I play with him, fingers curling, pressing, torturing.My tongue caresses his cock.His eyes, darker than ever, don’t miss a single beat of this.I go deeper, and the Doctor catches his breath, while my cock pulls between my tights.
“Is everything okay?”I ask.
“Everything’s great,” he pants.
I push harder, stretching him, preparing him for me.
The Doctor’s moans fill my head, silencing everything else.
“Feels good?”I ask.
I need — I want — him to say it.
“Feels fantastic.”
I keep pressing and teasing, his cock between my wet lips, his fingers scratching my scalp.
“Fuck…” the Doctor swallows his own breath.“Fuck…” he keeps repeating, arching his back, moving desperately on my bed.
“Doctor…”
“Yes.”
“God, Doctor… I just want… I only want to be inside you.”It sounds like a prayer.
“And I want to feel you,” he says, his voice trembling more than mine.“All of you.”
His last words shake me to my bones.
Suddenly, I’m not sure anymore I can do this.Us.Suddenly, I’m not sure I can survive long enough to have him for myself.
“Hey.”The Doctor rises and comes to me, his soft mouth just brushing against mine.“If you’re having second thoughts…”
“No.I’m not.”
He studies me for a moment.
“I want it, Doctor.I want you so fucking much.”
The Doctor bites his lower lip seductively.
