Clara keeps her eyes on his as she trails her hands down to his belt, and starts to unfasten it. His eyes widen, but he doesn't move as she reaches the fly of his trousers. He closes his eyes briefly as she slides a hand in and cups his soft cock through the smooth fabric of his pants. She rubs her thumb up and down his length and feels his flesh begin to firm up underneath her fingers.
She leans her face into the crook of his neck and kisses him just behind his jaw, lets her tongue press against the stubble that's just starting to make itself known after a clean, close shave the previous day.
"I want to feel you in my mouth," she murmurs into his ear. "I want to taste you."
His hands flex involuntarily at her shoulders, just for half a moment, but he otherwise stays perfectly still. She pulls back to meet his eyes. His mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out. He blinks at her for several long moments before finally giving her a single, silent nod of his head.
She gives him a kiss on the mouth and then slides his jacket off of his stiff shoulders, tossing it over the railing closest to them. His trousers are next; she slides them down his slim hips until they finally pool around his ankles, his belt buckle tinkling as it hits the floor. She unbuttons his waistcoat, and the rest of his oxford, but leaves them on. She doesn't want to make him naked, here, in the middle of his console room; it seems like that might really be too much, for reasons she can't articulate. His pants are dark, with red trim, and made of soft, silky material; sexier than she would have expected him to wear, if she were honest. They match his jacket perfectly, and she smiles as she slides them down his hips to join his trousers.
When she kneels in front of him, he doesn't guide her with his hands, as she'd hoped he would, but actually lets go of her entirely. She looks up at him, and sees him staring down at her, hands clutching at the edge of the console as if it's the only thing keeping him anchored to the here and now. She runs her hands up his pale, skinny thighs, and leans forward to kiss the spot where his thigh meets his hips, just above his groin. His whole body jerks at the touch of her lips there, and he draws in a harsh breath.
His cock is half-hard by the time she takes him into her mouth. She feels him grow firmer still against her tongue, and she thinks that sensation has never been more erotic than it is now -- each throb of his flesh a tangible manifestation of the Doctor yielding himself to her desire. Danny is never half so much work; so responsive, so giving, so effortlessly in touch with his own body, and hers -- but she can't think about that right now, so she pushes those images and feelings away and concentrates on how the Doctor tastes -- subtle and musky, with the slightest hint of honey, if it were possible for honey not to be sweet; how he feels -- how cool his flesh still is, just barely starting to warm up from the contact with her own mouth.
He's fully hard, now, and she licks away the almost-sweet precome leaking from his tip, then takes him in deep, until the smooth, blunt head of his cock is hitting the back of her throat. She swallows around it, making him gasp, then pulls back, until just the head is left in her mouth, and sucks. The Doctor cries out, a cross between a moan and a sob, and Clara can feel his thighs trembling beneath her hands. She looks up, and is surprised to find he's not watching her suck him off, as men normally do, but actually has his head turned away, one hand thrown across his face.
She pulls back, releases him gently from her mouth.
"Doctor?" she says. His grip on the console is white-knuckled. She thinks about how cool his cock was in her mouth -- how hot did her mouth feel to him? What if it hurt? What if this is all too much? Guilt and concern well up instantly in Clara's chest. "Doctor, are you okay?
克拉拉保持她的眼睛对他作为她落后她放下手到他的皮带,并开始解开它。瞪大了眼睛,但他不动,当她到达他裤子的拉链。他关闭他的眼睛如她幻灯片中的一只手和杯简要他软公鸡通过他的裤子的光滑纤维。她揉她的拇指向上和向下他的长度,感到他的肉体开始坚定了下她的手指。她到他的脖子上的骗子倾斜她的脸和吻他仅次于他的下巴,让她的舌头顶住刚刚开始自己已知后要清洁,胡子刮干净前一天的麦茬。"我想要感觉到你在我嘴里,"她低声说着他的耳朵。"我想你的味道"。他的手不由自主地在她的肩膀,flex 只半是片刻,但他否则保持完全静止。她拉回以满足他的眼睛。他张嘴要说些什么,但什么都不出来。他闪烁在她几次长时间才终于让她单,默默点头。她给了他一个吻在嘴上,然后幻灯片夹克衫从他僵硬的肩上,把它扔他们最亲近的栏杆上。他的裤子是下一个;她幻灯片他们下来他苗条的臀部,直到他们最后汇集着他的脚踝,他的皮带扣叮当作响它砸到地上。她解开他的背心和其余的他的牛津大学,但留下他们。她不想让他光着身子,在这里,在他的控制台房间;看来,可能真的是太多,她不能表达的原因。他的裤子是物质的黑暗的有红色的装饰,和制成的柔软、 丝滑;比她更性感没有想到他会穿,如果她是诚实。他们他的夹克完全匹配,和她笑,她把他们滑臀部来加入他的裤子。当她跪在他面前时,他不会指导她用他的手,如她所愿,他想,但实际上放开了她完全。她看着他,,看到他低头凝视着她,手紧紧地抓住控制台的边缘,就好像它是唯一能使他锚定到这里和现在。她跑他脸色苍白、 骨瘦如柴的大腿,她举手和身子向前倾斜着,亲吻他的大腿在那里会见他的臀部,现场略高于他的腹股沟。他的整个身体抽搐在触摸下她的嘴唇,和他画在苛刻的呼吸。His cock is half-hard by the time she takes him into her mouth. She feels him grow firmer still against her tongue, and she thinks that sensation has never been more erotic than it is now -- each throb of his flesh a tangible manifestation of the Doctor yielding himself to her desire. Danny is never half so much work; so responsive, so giving, so effortlessly in touch with his own body, and hers -- but she can't think about that right now, so she pushes those images and feelings away and concentrates on how the Doctor tastes -- subtle and musky, with the slightest hint of honey, if it were possible for honey not to be sweet; how he feels -- how cool his flesh still is, just barely starting to warm up from the contact with her own mouth.He's fully hard, now, and she licks away the almost-sweet precome leaking from his tip, then takes him in deep, until the smooth, blunt head of his cock is hitting the back of her throat. She swallows around it, making him gasp, then pulls back, until just the head is left in her mouth, and sucks. The Doctor cries out, a cross between a moan and a sob, and Clara can feel his thighs trembling beneath her hands. She looks up, and is surprised to find he's not watching her suck him off, as men normally do, but actually has his head turned away, one hand thrown across his face.She pulls back, releases him gently from her mouth."医生吗?"她说。他在控制台上的抓地力是双白皙。她嘴里感觉到他她认为关于如何的酷他的老二在她嘴里 — — 有多热?如果它疼吗?如果这是所有太多吗?内疚和克拉拉的胸部立即关注是很高。"医生,你好吗?
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