He takes a small step back to marvel at the sight of her body underneath him, naked and so perfect. Perfect in every way for him.

Clara's flawless pale skin, her curves that would make any woman envious, silky caramel hair, flushed cheeks accentuated with those deep dimples he absolutely adored.

"Clara Oswald." He breathes her name as he sweeps his gaze over her body, "You are beautiful."

She seems to blush at these words, a smile playing on the edge of her lips. She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her, pressing her soft lips to his. He can feel her smile broaden, and his erection brushes against her naked thigh. She giggles, and he resists the urge to take her now.

"Down, boy." She whispers to him, her eyes staring into his. For a moment, he wonders if this is what heaven must be like for humans, so blissful.

He's so lost in her chocolate eyes that he doesn't feel her hands trail down his own naked body, to his erection. She wraps one hand around it, only covering up half of his length. He gasps, her cold fingers soothing against his warmth. Clara winks at him, and he twitches.

The Doctor starts to kiss her everywhere. Lips, jawline, neck, collarbone, temple, and eventually, breast. She lets out a low moan that makes him shudder in pleasure when he twirls his tongue around the nipple until it goes hard, doing the same to the opposite one as well, sucking and kissing.

"Oh, Doctor," She moans again, and he climbs back up to press a kiss to her lips, his hand slowly massaging her breast. His tip taunts at her entrance, already so wet he can feel it. "Please, I need you." She whispers in his ear.

"What's that, Clara? I'm not sure I heard you." He teases, pressing another kiss to her neck. He laughs at Clara's look of annoyance, before her legs wrap around his waist, abruptly bringing him into her wet folds. Clara cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and, with shocking strength, rolls them over so she's on top.

"Oh Doctor." She moans, louder. Clara grinds her hips against his, and the wet warmth surrounding his member makes him moan, clutching her hips with his hands, sure to make a red mark later. "Clara...Oh!" He manages in groans, trying to stop himself from slamming roughly into her.

"Doctor," She says his name breathlessly, gradually picking up speed, sliding up and down on his member faster and faster, leaning down so she can press a light kiss to his lips, "Do it. Hard and fast. If you want to show me who's the boss." She says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. He groans again, then growls into her ear, "Oh, I'll show you whose boss alright."

The Doctor uses his strength, rolling them over again so he's on top. He grabs her wrists, pinning them up high above her on the bed. He pulls out of her wetness, slowly pushing back in. Clara seems to be annoyed at the sudden speed change, trying to free her hands from his grasp to make it faster. "Doct-OH!"

He cuts her off when he slams into her, the force making the bed slam against the wall. He does it again, going faster and faster until Clara is screaming out underneath him. "OH, OH DOCTOR! YES, KEEP GOING, OH!"

He moans, saying her name over and over again, eyes shut in ecstasy, rubbing her clit in fast circles. "Oh, Clara!"

She slams her lips to his as Clara cums, her walls tightening around him, clenching in her slick juices that spill out. He only has several more thrusts before he's spilling into her, and she moans again at the warmth. "Oh!"

The Doctor pulls out slowly with a pop, some of her juices clinging to him. He falls to the other side of the bed, breathing hard. He turns his head to see Clara smiling.

The Doctor chuckles. "Told you before, I'm the boss."

"Oh?" She props her head up on an elbow, facing towards him, "When were you the boss?"

The Doctor stares at her for a moment, wondering if she's serious, when she leans in to kiss him again.

"Ready for round two, 'boss'?"