She was so tempted to rip his shirt. There was just something incredibly gratifying about the sound of the buttons popping in every direction and hitting the floor. However, they had to come to some sort of agreement when he started running out of shirts. It didn't help that she had a stack of his clothes, random personal items, and even a bar of his soap squirreled away in the heating ducts of the building.
Dropping back to the ground, her tongue found his collarbone while she unbuttoned the shirt and shoved it down his arms temporarily using it to pull him closer. Depending on his mood he liked her to be aggressive or he wanted to be in control. There was never a time she didn't like when he got forceful with her but there was something really fun about pushing him around.
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He firmly threaded his hands in her hair and tugged her head up so that he could kiss her hard and passionately with a hissed. "Lock the door love, then come back here and keep doing what you just were."
When she ran back, she didn't slow right away and used her momentum to pushing him hard against his desk and tugging his undershirt up his chest. She wanted his skin. She wanted to tease his stomach with her teeth and her tongue.
He used his teeth and tongue to worship her neck knowing she loved it when he marked her.
Her mouth was on him wherever she could reach but it was her hands that really wandered. She had explored, touched and kiss ever square inch of him a million times over but she just never grew tired of it. The familiarity did nothing to quell her excitement about having permission to touch him whenever she wanted.
When she had her fill of his back, she let her fingers roam around to his front. Tweaking his nipples and dragging her nails across his stomach until she found his pants. She was impatient to feel him but took the time to rub his cock through his pants willing it to life.
His left hand pulled at the necklace around his neck and tossed it on his desk signaling this indeed was a special encounter. It was rare he let her into his mind but he wanted that today wanted to feel her inside and out.
The hot flood of his emotions and thoughts crashed over her like waves. For a moment it felt as though she would drown, she just didn't stop breathing. Some people were simple. They felt one or two things at a time and nothing too intense. The reason Nathan had to wear the necklace at all was because he was not one of those people. To the psychically enabled, he was the equivalent of a rock concert. Deafeningly loud, too many voices and feelings to differentiate, hard, pulsating, exciting with an underlying sense of menace. She'd never felt anything even close to it. It's what drew her to him in the beginning and while she could survive it all the time, it was a treat for her then.
Their clothes ended up carelessly thrown to the floor. Her body was pressed hard against his almost pushing him onto his desk. It was sturdier now than the one he'd had before. As it turned out they were incredibly hard on furniture.
They were indeed hard on any object they happened to be close to when the mood struck them, which in River's case happened a lot. There was even a memorable episode in a TARDIS that still had Jack smirking and Nathan laughing whenever either one of them passed a Doctor in the hallway.
Lower and lower she used her mouth on him until, she had to lower herself to the floor. For months and months after they first had sex, she practiced oral. She used to draw from his own memories and mimic what he did but once she learned to deep throat she improvised more. Giving him new memories instead of recreations of things he'd down or had done to him before.
Before she even touched his tip she started licking along the sides getting him wet. She didn't use her hands but she usually did at some point and it was just easier when he was slick. her soft pink tongue circled his head and lapping at the pre-cum she found gathering for her. It wasn't for another 30 seconds or so before she sucked him into her mouth down to the hilt letting her throat adjust around him.
He was the more sexually experienced of the two, but River loved to learn. She read, watched everyone in the Hub and asked so many pointed questions Nathan would have blushed if he hadn't been so amused.
It was what he loved about his dear childlike lover and he wouldn't try and change her for anything.
"River," he groaned adding a vocal warning.
Jack said best way to avoid that was to get him close with her mouth but finish with her hand. Plus it was supposed to be really appealing for a man to be able to see where he was unloading. Copious amounts of porn where the girl (or guy) received a facial would agree.
So when she felt that vein on the underside throb and his sack swell she knew she needed to switch to her hand. With her mouth opened wide to catch what she could, her hand continued jerking him even faster than before.
Instead she pushed him back into the chair climbing into his lap right after. She straddled his leg and leaned against him sharing his taste with a slow kiss.
She only stopped to looked deeply into his eyes as she rose up enough to line things up. Hard, semi-hard, it was all the same to her. She just wanted him inside her. She was aching so bad between her legs it almost hurt. River didn't say anything as she lowered herself onto him. She'd learned the hard way that she couldn't just jump right on without preparation. She wasn't as small as she once was but she wasn't loose by any stretch of the imagination. Best guess was that it had something to do with the way she healed. If left unfulfilled for too long she might have gone back to her virgin status but they'd never tested that theory. The girl wouldn't have stood for it.
A glazed slack jawed look of ecstasy washed over her face when he was in to the hilt. She took exactly 2 heavy breaths then slammed her mouth back on his again.
He wasn't a young man anymore and he liked to enjoy sex in a way he couldn't in his own timeline. Not to mention it made it easier for River to sit still, when she did decide she wanted to.
Doing it in his office was actually pretty tame.
Most of the new arrivals didn't understand what Jack had termed Torchwood's oddest couple and it wasn't a workday if someone wasn't gasping in shock over their antics. But once they got to know Nathan and by extension River they joined the office pool of "Where will they be discovered next." and laughed off anything else.
Nathan was passionately protective of everyone he considered his, the Doctor, River even Martha had been on the end of his willingness to die for those he loved.
It always rattled her when she came undone. There would always be something a little off about River but she'd worked hard to not be the erratic out of control girl she was. Even though it was the sweetest reward, relinquishing that hard won control scared her a little every time. Only someone that knew what it was to truly be crazy and come back from that could understand.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as she drew closer. Nathan would keep her safe. He protects her. He would never let her go crazy again. Her body started to tighten around him as her moans grew louder. No doubt someone was winning the pool today. Even though he wanted it slow, she sped things up just a little bit and rotated her hips so he was hitting at different angles. She could feel herself unravel.
In a flurry of short fast breathes and spasming leg muscles, River let go. The cry that came out of her was one of relief even as her whole body went rigid. A few more thrusts to draw out her orgasm as long as she could then she collapsed against him seemingly boneless. For a minute the world was quiet except for the sound of their combined heavy breathing.
Better, he asked in Italian still smiling.