There was no rush, nor sense of urgency, at all to his movements. Only faint little touches and the whisper of his fingers across her sensitive skin. Oh that pooling warmth of hers had John's eyes gleaming with desire, yet while those sweet sounds began to fall from her lips the man's own moan hummed against her neck. Gently blunted teeth nibbled across the Doctor's flesh, and his tongue soothed the playful nips with eagerness too.
Just the feel of her hips moving against his hand was divine; and the way she gasped with pleasure had John's heart hammering away within his chest. For a blissful eternity he lingered right there, fingertips rubbing and circling her sensitive spot, only to trace up and down along her entrance anew, but at last a single digit so gently curled and began to ease inside her. Sinking within her warmth inch by inch.