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In the rare times the Doctor actually slept, it was usually after a particularly harrowing ordeal, and he tended to put the “coma” in “comatose.” So when he woke up in Charley’s bed with his cock buried balls-deep in his lovely companion, it came as something of a surprise.
Even more surprising was Charley’s somnolent state. Not that he didn’t tend to eventually turn her insensible in their more intimate moments, but she generally didn’t start out that way.
There was something rather enchanting about her lax form in his arms as he snuggled into her from behind. It was tranquil. Cozy.
Charley snuffled in her sleep, shifting slightly, and the Doctor’s prick throbbed at the miniscule movement of her frankly sopping wet cunt around him. He peered carefully around to see if she had awakened, but her eyes remained shut, face a picture of peace.
Well, after the day they’d just had, the Doctor hated to disturb her from such serenity.
He did his own exploratory shifting beside her, pulling his cock out slightly and pressing it into Charley again with excruciating languor. When his darling companion remained a-slumber, he tried again, with a broader if equally gentle motion. No response.
Before he knew it, the Doctor had worked up a lazy pace, gradually slipping almost all the way out of Charley and then back in to the hilt. A throaty little hum of pleasure escaped him, which he did his best to check. Unconsciously he tightened his arms around Charley, pulling her gently but firmly towards him for leverage.
The Doctor once again observed his companion’s face again – it looked as though she was having the most scrumptious dream. He smiled a secret little smile and ventured a quicker thrust. Charley moaned but remained relaxed in his arms.
It was almost a game at this point, and the Doctor wondered if he could bring them both off without waking her.
With the greatest of care, the Doctor rolled Charley onto her front, following closely with his cock still lodged inside her. He supported his upper body in a push-up with his outstretched arms while his narrow hips ground into the softness of her bottom. Stilling to ensure the movement had not awakened her, the Doctor suppressed another groan – her cunt was like a vise around him at this angle.
When Charley seemed settled into the new position, he hazarded a gentle rhythm. The friction was simply delicious, and he gradually increased the speed and severity of his thrusts. Despite the goal of this game, he soon found himself pounding away into Charley, chasing his own orgasm.
Charley mewled insensibly into the pillow, writhing beneath him, but the Doctor was too far-gone to care if he woke her. Her cunt pulsed around him with every stroke. His last few thrusts stuttered and he gave a broken cry as he filled his darling girl up. Her own gasp was muted by the pillow.
Huffing for breath the Doctor fell to the mattress beside her. Charley blinked at him with sleepy eyes full of lustful confusion.
“Doctor?” she said, voice raspy. “And here I just thought I was having the most marvelous dream.”
“Who says you’re not still dreaming?” he said, blue eyes shining with puckish delight.
“Well in that case: never, ever wake me,” Charley replied, snuggling into the Doctor’s chest.