A Little Rest and Recuperation

Arthur sighed, looking at the screen of his computer. The report he was writing for the last few hours was finally done. He leaned back a little in his chair, taking a sip of hot tea from the mug standing right next to the keyboard, looking out of the window and only seeing darkness in return. He blinked a few times, feeling his eyes burn a little from the hours spent in front of the screen. The last few weeks of work had been filled to the brim with assignments. Meetings, projects, and other things kept him up until the early hours of the morning. For the last week, he was practically living in his office and workroom, standing up from his desk only to grab something from the kitchen. Or go to the bathroom for a shower or to use the toilet. Even sleep came in the form of the couch set right up against the wall behind his back. He didn't think of it much, though - he had indeed lived through worse and could usually count on getting at least a week off after such a demanding project. He kept leaning back, closing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head as he faintly heard steps moving closer and closer.

"Hello there, Mister Workaholic." A quiet, female voice drifted into his ear as he then felt warm lips make contact with his cheek. He smiled, recognizing it immediately.

Jenna Coleman.

His girlfriend.

The story of how the two of them would make many either roll their eyes or smirk. It was a perfect storm of opportunities; him getting bored of another party full of shallow, uninteresting people. Her, just sitting there, right off the heels of her newfound Doctor Who fame. Somehow, that chance meeting and a pleasant conversation turned into a phone number swap and then into a proper date with all of it culminating in cohabitation. They somehow managed to ward off the prying eyes of the paparazzi and tabloids snooping around for any type of scoop at every possible moment.

"Hey." He spoke quietly as he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, a quiet groan parting his lips. He bit the inside of his cheek, opening his eyes to find himself looking right into her face. Even from his weird little position, he could see her brown eyes looking right into his and her lips curved into a warm smile. He took stock of her outfit - a simple white blouse and jeans, her brown hair just touching her shoulders.

"Still at work, I see." She spoke, smiling, but the tone of her voice seeming a little sadder than usual. He nodded in response, pulling his lips into a frown. The current situation meant he spent many nights too tired to even move himself to their shared bedroom. Not to mention, of course, the lack of contact as Jenna knew to leave him alone and not pick and prod too much when he was busy. It was doubly worse for her, having just come from a nearly two-month shoot outside of London, starved for intimacy and contact and yet unable to get it. For now, at the very least.

"I know, love. It's just... it never seems to end." He spun around in his chair, looking into her eyes, and he clasped his hands over hers. "I should be done in a few... I promise..."

"Arthur..." She replied, quietly and calmly, as she ran her fingers over the skin of his hands. "... you've been saying that for at least a week now... when was the last time we did something... anything together?"

He kept quiet, simply looking at her as she spoke.

"Look, Jenna... I know this has been... annoying." He spoke, now moving to stand up, even with just 5'9" of height practically towering over her pint-sized form. He moved his hands up, cupping her cheeks gently. "But I'm almost there. Just one day, two at worst, and after that..." He didn't finish the sentence, opting to press a light kiss to her forehead, a warm smile on his lips. She cocked her head to the side in response, looking up to him, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Well... if you say so..." She replied, exhaling just a little louder than usual as she moved back out of his embrace, moving towards their bedroom. "Will you at least sleep in our bed tonight? Feels like it's been ages since you last did so..." She spoke, turning her head to look him in the eye as she stood at the sliding door.

"I promise. Just give me 5 - 10 minutes, darling. I'm close to getting all of it finally done." He spoke as she then seemingly ignored him, moving inside the bedroom. He let out a loud sigh as the door closed, running his hand up and down his face. The last week had been hell not only for him but for her too. She had just come back from a long filming stint, happy to finally be home, only to be met with him consumed by work. He quickly made a mental note to make it up to her as soon as possible as he pulled up his work email account, checking the inbox before quickly sending the finished report to everyone who mattered. It didn't take long - a minute, two at most - before he heard the sound of the door sliding open reach his ears. He turned his head to face it, feeling his body freeze at the sight of her.

In the time it took him to finish up, Jenna managed to somehow change her outfit. The blouse and jeans were gone - instead, an almost sheer white camisole took their place as she leaned against the doorframe, smiling seductively at him. He swore he could see her eyes twinkle as Jenna bit her lip, turning so that her back hit the frame. Her leg rode up as she pulled the hem of the camisole just a little bit, enough to uncover the white, lacy top of a matching stocking. He could feel a jolt of energy travel right between his legs as she looked back at him, a sly grin now decorating her lips as her fingers started to glide against the lace.

"How did it go... all work and no play makes Arthur a dull boy? Or maybe it makes Jenna a needy girl?" She spoke in a hushed whisper, her voice seductive and laced with lust. "Spending all that time there while you leave your girl alone..." She added, wagging her finger at him. He turned to face her, equal parts aroused and entranced as he could feel his cock slowly starting to harden just by looking at her like that.

"...all the while she can only fall back on memories and toys... not nice, my little boy." She surmised while she moved towards him, hips swaying from side to side as he let out a quiet groan, managing to see her nipples poking through the material.

"So, Arthur..." She spoke as she reached him, her hands moving forwards to gently cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against the skin as she then moved to straddle him on the chair, the seat tipping a little bit back as he looked into her eyes. "...how will it be? Will you just sit here and leave me hanging? Or will you, after so bloody long, shag me until my throat is sore from screaming your name?"

Instead of answering, he closed the gap between them, his lips practically colliding with hers. His hands moved to grasp her hips, her body warm through the thin material of the camisole as she moaned into his lips. Her hands practically pinned his head in place, their lips moving against one another, all the pent-up lust, love, and longing mixing in just the perfect way. His fingers dug deeper into her skin as she lifted herself just a bit, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she was the one to deepen their liplock. He shuddered underneath her, his heart now pounding against his chest as his tongue swirled around hers. He missed this. Missed the feeling of his soft, warm lips against hers, the sight and feel of her petite but fit body in his hands. They broke apart after a moment, gasping, eyes wide as they both smiled broadly.

"Is that a good enough answer?" He asked, lips turned up into a wide smile as she chuckled in response, his hands slowly sliding lower to rest against her ass.

"I'm not sure... but you're quite persuasive. I do have to say..." She replied, a little giggle leaving her lips as Arthur kissed her again. A hearty laugh left his lips in response as his fingers dug into the firm muscles of her buttocks beneath the camisole, a slight groan escaping his lips as he understood her decision to forego any form of panties. In the spur of the moment, Arthur stood up, Jenna moaning into his mouth as she wrapped her stockinged legs around his hips. He started to walk forward, their lips coming apart as Jenna giggled again, her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her against the wall right next to the bedroom door. little gasp left her lips as her back hit the wall. Their eyes met again, Arthur already feeling his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers as he leaned in, pressing a long, sloppy kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, inches from the thin strap of her camisole.

"Jenna..." He mumbled against her skin, letting his teeth lightly graze it as he pressed a few more pecks against her jaw, tongue slipping out to lick at her earlobe, quiet moans leaving his girlfriend's lips. "...you missed that, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, darling." She managed to gasp out before their lips connected again, the kiss slow and sensual as her hands slipped to the back of his head, ruffling the short hair. He angled his head to the side, his hands moving down, rubbing up and down her stockinged thighs as a plan of action formed in his head. He moved to cup her arse, sliding his hands under the hem of the camisole. As he gripped her butt firmly, he broke the kiss, a mischievous smirk on his lips as Jenna mirrored the expression.

"So... what now, love?" She whispered, her eyes looking at him warmly as he smiled even wider, his imagination working in overdrive as he envisioned what was just about to happen.

"You'll see..." He replied, his whisper low and practically dripping with need. He moved slowly, his hands now pushing the camisole up as he moved to kneel, noticing Jenna's eyes growing a bit wider as he did so. They shuffled about, Jenna's hand's free as he rested her thighs on his shoulders, legs swinging free on either side of his head. Her camisole rode up just enough to bare her fully shaved pussy to him, a groan escaping her lips as he noticed her wet lips.

"Jenna..."

Her only response was a shuddering gasp as he swiped his tongue right against her clit, the smell and taste of her musk after so long making his cock throb. His fingers dug even deeper into her ass, holding her tight as he kept on teasing, letting his tongue slowly run up and down, from her clit through her soaked folds down to her hole, warm and wet as he felt her hand running through his hair, nails scratching against the scalp.

"Arthur... love...please..." She moaned, her feet pushing against his back as her thighs moved closer together, almost trapping him right there between her legs. As much as he wouldn't mind that, he knew he had teased her enough. He moved his hand to wrap around her thighs as he dove right in, pressing a suckling kiss to her sensitive clit. A shudder and a half-gasp half-moan rewarded his efforts as he started to lick it, Jenna's grip on his hair tightening almost immediately. Her sweet, tangy nectar flooded his lips and mouth as he then moved lower, giving her leaking twat a quick tease before returning to her clit, alternating between quick licks and suckling, sweet kisses.

He missed this. The taste of her on his lips. The lustful, dirty sounds that fell from her lips. The feeling of her coming apart at the seams just from that.

"Oh, darling... oh my God, yes... Arthur, love.." She moaned, the sound traveling straight to his cock, straining his boxers to their limit as he gave her more, flattening his tongue against her clit and moving it up and down in slow, long licks. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of her thighs, holding her steady as he moved down to lick at her cunt. His tongue probed inside as he felt her juices running down to his chin, the back of her head hitting the wall with a dull thud.

"Arthur... Oh God! I missed this so much... don't stop, love... oh I love you... I love you!" She moaned again, a scream of passion following her declaration. Arthur smiled wide, giving her clit a long, almost filthy suck in response.

"Love you too, darling...so gorgeous..." He spoke, voice hoarse before diving back in, this time pushing his tongue deep inside her tight hole. Jenna's hand slid down to the back of his head in response, practically pushing him forwards into her cunt, a breathless gasp falling from her lips before a loud, whiny moan took its place. His focus remained centered only on her, ignoring the tightness between his own legs. He could feel her thighs shaking as he gave her clit another long suck before grazing it lightly with his teeth, letting his tongue then part her soaked labia before returning to lap at the juices leaking from her own pussy.

She seemed to lose her ability to speak, the only sounds falling from her lips being breathless gasps and breathy moans as she started to grind her hips against his face. He didn't mind at all, already starting to feel and see the first signs of an oncoming orgasm.

"Arthur... oh love... yes..." She spoke in a groan, nails digging into the back of his head before feeling her shuffle a little above him. His hand slid back to cup her ass as he transitioned to giving her clit short and quick kitten-like licks, another loud moan leaving her lips in response.

"Oh, darling... please... oh my... oh!"

"Come on, love... let it all out..." He spoke in a low grunt, trying to look up into her eyes. However, his view was blocked entirely by the camisole. The garment having slid lower during the time he was pleasuring her so intensely. He dove back in instead, pressing a long kiss to her clit before giving it another broad sweep of his skilled tongue. This seemed to have finally hit the spot as a loud yell left his girlfriend's lips and her thighs started to quiver in a way that had become quite familiar to him throughout their relationship. His mouth all but latched onto her clit, warm juices flowing out as the orgasm took her body over. He closed his eyes, going only by feel and sound as loud gasps mixed in with moans and groans fell out of her lips with every exhale, how her entire body shuddered with the waves of pleasure crashing down. His tongue probed back into her cunt, the flood of her sweet nectar coating it as he could faintly feel her inner muscles trying to squeeze in tight.

He didn't know how long it lasted - seconds, maybe minutes - but after a moment, he could feel her body slacken above him, a half-gasp half-laugh escaping her lips as she rubbed his scalp gently. He pressed one last kiss to her clit before slowly extracting himself from between her legs, letting her feet touch the ground. The camisole slid down to pool around her legs as he moved back to stand in front of her, a full blush covering her cheeks as she stumbled, trying to move forward to close the gap between them. He reacted quickly, managing to swoop her up into his arms like a groom with a bride on the wedding day, leaning down to fuse their lips in a slow, loving kiss. They broke apart shortly after, broad smiles on their faces as he walked into the bedroom.

"Darling..." She whispered.

"It's OK, love... let's get you to bed now, shall we?" He replied in a whisper of his own as he moved into their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, gently and slowly, seemingly afraid she would break into a thousand pieces if he wasn't careful enough. He then took a step back, undressing. First went the t-shirt, revealing his fit chest, before being joined by the socks and trousers. He didn't miss the subtle grin that stretched her lips as she noticed the bulge in the front of his boxers before those also joined the pile of clothes, his hard, thick cock now on full display. A quiet gasp left her lips as he stood bare before her. He moved onto the bed, crawling on top of her as their mouths found each other again.

The kiss was slow yet filled with love and affection, his hand moving to cup her bare breast, the firm, perky globe fitting perfectly into his tender grasp. She didn't stay still either, her left hand moving to rest on his back while her right one wrapped around his hard cock, giving it a slow stroke. He responded in jest, gasping as his fingers glided over her hard nipple. Panting into each other's mouths, hearts thudding against their chests as they lost themselves in each other, seemingly rediscovering themselves anew.

"Jenna..." He spoke as he broke the kiss, gasping at the feeling of her hand stroking his stiff shaft so slowly and gently. "... so sorry, love... should have done that much earlier."

"Don't be... it's all fine now... I love you." She replied, now pulling his cock down, moaning quietly as she let the swollen cockhead glide against her sensitive clit. "I need you inside me, Arthur. Please, I need that big cock..."

His hand moved down at that, clasping over hers as they guided his hard shaft down, right to her tight, soaked opening. As he felt the head slide against the opening, he pushed in, Jenna's eyes rolling back as they both moaned, the feeling of her soft, tight insides squeezing his swollen cockhead making him a little bit dizzy. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, as she pulled him down into another heated kiss, gasping into his mouth as his cock filled her. He looked right into her warm brown eyes while breaking the kiss, noticing how wide they were as he bottomed out, groaning as he felt her warm muscles pulsing around his rigid shaft. After he had luxuriated in her depths for a moment, he started to move, rolling his hips while letting his cock move all the way out before pushing back inside her up to the hilt, a sinful moan leaving his lovers' lips as he started to build up a slow tempo.

"Oh yes... God, I missed this big cock inside me..." She gasped out, her stockinged legs spreading as wide as they could, making his cock sink even deeper into her snug cunt with every push. "Arthur, darling..."

"Jenna..." He groaned in response, his eyes moving from her gorgeous face to her tits, the perky globes jiggling as he started to slowly pick up the tempo. He pushed his torso up, looking down on her as the rolls of his hips turned to full-on thrusts. He groaned, watching her petite body shake with every slam of his hips, her nails now digging into his back.

"Fuck yes... fuck me...fuck me hard..." She moaned out before a yell left her lips, her muscles tightening around his cock just a little bit. The way she spoke out those words made him shudder a little before he focused back on the task at hand, driving his cock deep into her tight cunt with every hard thrust. He could feel her warm juices leaking out, dripping down to his balls as his cock pistoned in and out of her. Any sort of earlier tenderness seemed to evaporate as carnal need and lust replaced it. The filthy sounds of his hips slapping against hers, their loud moans and filling the space of the bedroom. He looked down for just a split second; the sight of his cock slamming into her burned into his mind as he looked back at her face. Her lips were wide open, eyes closed as a crimson blush covered it almost entirely. He grunted in response, his cock throbbing hard as he then saw her right hand move down, right to her clit.

"Don't stop... make me... make me cum... oh fuck, Arthur, love... fuck me!" She then spoke, almost pleading as she looked up at him, her left hand now wrapped behind the back of his head, forcing his gaze to meet hers. He moaned in response, not able to speed up, able only to keep up the punishing tempo of his pounding thrusts as Jenna started to vigorously rub herself. He could feel it approach, her muscles tightening around his rock-hard shaft as he leaned down to sloppily kiss her. Jenna moaned into his mouth as Arthur broke the kiss, their noses still touching as he sank his cock as deep as he could into her.

"Darling, ooohhhh!" She yelled out as a powerful shudder wracked her entire body. He stopped thrusting hard, letting his cock throb, buried inside her as her body started to spasm right under him. He groaned, feeling her inner muscles squeeze his cock tight as, entirely out of the blue, a spray of warm squirt hit his chest. He moaned right as she yelled out his name, her hips practically launching off the bed as another spray of her cum coated his belly. He could only watch on, stunned and impressed all at the same time as her hips bucked against his, Jenna seemingly losing all control of her own body.