by Posh & Stoneygem
Joseph Romerro, newly knighted, stretched out in the �Queen sized� bed and sighed deeply. His life really was quite perfect; his wife was perfection personified, he was spoilt each and every day by her and by his surroundings. Never in his dreams had he imagined living like this.
Somebody collected his laundry and returned it, perfect; somebody cooked his every meal from grilled salmon fresh from the river to a cheese and tomato sandwich, perfect. Somebody polished his shoes, ordered his new socks, brought in his mail, even opened it for him if he wished it.
He was lying there in that divine bed, listening to Clarisse in the bathroom showering, sipping one of the finest whisky�s in the world and yet somehow� somehow something was, well, lacking.
It was this bed. This damned bed.
It creaked. And it poked, if it wasn't too soft. Not that he minded the creaking. Admittedly, he quite liked the rhythmical squeaky sounds the feathers made, when Clarisse got into one of her moods again.
And this was actually the main reason why they simply had to have a new bed. This would no longer do.
They needed something more... well... something more creative.
Besides, he wiggled around a little; they had already worn out the mattress. Barely 6 months of marriage and they had already worn out the mattress. Damn, he was good
Clarisse flounced out of the room and smiled at him as she passed by the bottom of the bed. She moved to her dressing table and picked up a small tub of cream. He watched this routine every night, the application of the sacred night cream.
�Now, darling, I�ve been� thinking.�
�A-ha.� She murmured without looking up.
�This bed.� He bounced on it to emphasise his point. �We need to change this bed.�
�Dear it�s an antique, we�ll just order a new mattress.� She quickly pushed his idea aside.
�No, it�s not just the mattress.� He bounced again. �It�s the damn bed. I don�t like it, I never have, all this�� He waved his free hand at the extravagantly shaped wood around his head.
She replaced her cream on the table. �Dear, are you feeling all right?�
�I�m perfectly fine. Perfectly� that�s a nice dress.�
�It�s lingerie darling.�
�Well, dahhhling�� He drawled as she closed the distance between him. �I want a new bed.�
�Just how much have you had to drink?�
�A sip or two.� He grinned, his cheeks flushed.
She smiled lifting the glass from his hand and taking a very small sip. �Joseph this is very strong you know.�
�I can take it.� He sat up stretching his arms out and accidentally hitting his hand on wooden posts.
She laughed and replaced the glass on the bedside table. �I think you�re drunk.�
He chuckled, "Care to join me in this position?�
"I have some things to do first."
"Whatever could that be?"
She raised her hand now holding the tube of hand cream.
He made a grab for the tube, but she was faster. "Oh no, darling. This is no toy for you."
She didn't know what had gotten into him, but frankly she didn't care. As she saw his face contort into a pout, a wicked smile came over her. This was going to be fun.
�Now Joseph, my dear sweet man, you really should climb into bed and go to sleep.�
�I don�t want to sleep in this damned bed.�
�Well, I shall be sleeping in this �damned bed�, do you wish to sleep apart?�
He shook his head and watched her intently as she moved around the bed pulling back the top sheet and folding it down, then removed the unwanted pillows.
�Clarissssseeee��
�Yes?�
�Will you buy me a new bed?�
She shook her head. �What kind of bed would you like?�
�A four-poster one.� He exclaimed.
�This �is� a four-poster.�
�Yes, yes but it�s old. I want a new one, just for me.�
�And what about me?� She placed her hands on her hips staring down the bed at him.
�And you too, of course. A big one, dark wood, we could decorate the entire room.�
�Joseph, there are a hundred four-poster beds in this palace, I�m not going to have one specially made. Now lift your feet in.�
�I�m not tired, I want my bed, where�s my drink?�
�No more drink, too much drink.� She said gently.
He was pouting again, endearingly. �You�re getting spoilt do you realise that?�
�Am not.� He folded his arms.
�And you�re all red,� she climbed across the bed to him, letting her slippers fall to the floor. �Come here.� She reached for his pyjama shirt. �You�re over dressed my love.�
Undoing the buttons was quick work and she pushed the sides away laying his chest open to her gaze and her hands. She liked what she saw. Licking her lips, she considered her options.
He had different ideas though. One of his hands had already gone to the straps of her nightgown, the other was stroking possessively over her side.
"What must I do to get my own bed?"
"We are not getting a new bed."
"But I want one."
"Joseph, stop that. We are not getting a new bed and that is final. And you should stop on that liquor. You are drunk."
"Why are you not?" he pouted.
She was getting exasperated. Didn't he know when to stop? She wanted to make love and he wanted to drink and argue about another bed. Oh bother, she needed a drink too.
The thought made her stop. Love - whisky - drink? Oh, what a delightful idea.
Leaning over him, making sure she touched him as she did so, she reached for the bottle on the bedside table.
Joseph�s eyes widened as she uncorked the bottle and, very unladylike, took a drink direct from the bottle.
�My, my, sweetheart, you continue to surprise me.�
She swallowed, pulled a face as the burning sensation slid down her throat, and shook her head. �I aim to please.�
Now she kissed him, well attacked his mouth is closer to the truth. He hardly had time to respond because she pulled her body back from his again.
�Now, this bed discussion. I will consent to a new mattress, nothing more.� She took another sip of whisky, more successfully this time. �I�m rather fond of this bed.�
�Well. It�s old.�
�And that means?� She was straddling his legs, her thighs either side of his.
�Ahh, it means nothing� nothing, just, we could have something modern, more lively.�
�Don�t we make it lively?� Her mouth was hovering over his, her lips barely touching his.
�Mmm, yes.� He reached forward to grasp her backside and kiss her but she pulled away again. Irritatingly so.
He watched as she sat back near the bottom of the bed and took another sip of whisky.
He lowered his eyes, damn she was sexy. �Share?�
�I don�t think so.� She shook her head and licked her lips; he felt his groin tighten as he watched.
He dragged himself up and knelt in front of her. She dangled the bottle in front of him and as he reached for it she snatched it back and leant to the side, placing it on the floor.
�No more for you Mister Joseph.�
�Well, Mistress Clarisse?�
She raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly as he got closer. �Mistress?�
�Yes, I think�� He stopped dead in front of her and sighed deeply, regretfully. �I think, I�m going to have to punish you.�
�Oh?�
�Oh indeed!� He raised the pillow above his head.
�Joseph�� she smiled. �Put the weapon down.�
�Oh no, you�ve gone one step too far madam.�
�From mistress to madam in one fail swoop.� She dived past him but he caught her waist and held her down, playfully holding the pillow over her backside.
�Now apologise, or else?�
�Never.�
�Well then, you�ve forced me to it. I want you to know I would have stopped if I could.�
She giggled uncontrollably as he playfully hit her bottom with the pillow.
�That is for taking my whisky. And that is for being such a tease��
�Ahh, I thought you enjoyed that, if I�d known otherwise I wouldn�t have invested in so much new laundry.� She glanced over her shoulder at him, his eyes narrowed and he shook his head.
�That is for being so smart.�
�Joe�.�
�And this last one is for not getting me a new bed.�
He hit her one last time then fell on top of her body joining in with her laughter, she felt his hands tickling her sides, his rather ardent desire against her leg. She wiggled against him and he kissed the back of her neck.�
She swallowed. �Mmm, Joseph.�
�Yes.�
�You�re squashing me�� She wiggled again.
He shifted his weight a little, bit down on her shoulder.
�Joseph�� She complained, stifling her giggles.
�You�re beautiful, all these little freckles�� He tapped her bare arm, then kissed the top of her back, they go all the way down��
�Stop, Joseph,� She moved beneath him, twisting over so she could see his face. �Oh, get off of me.�
�I thought you wanted to play?� He sulked.
�Oh I do, that�s the point. Now get up.� She pushed on his upper arms.
Complaining he pulled himself back from her body and knelt in front of her watching as she got up. She picked up his discarded pillow and hit him square in the chest.
�And that�s for being a bad boy.�
�Madam you are drunk too.�
She laughed. �Hmm perhaps I am, now�� She threw the pillow to the top of the bed and picked up his pyjama shirt tightening it between her hands. �Time for pay back.�
�And what exactly do you have in mind?�
�Well, follow the instructions and you�ll find out.�
�Will I need a drink first?�
�Oh yes. I think I might too.�
Chuckling he found the whisky bottle and uncorked it offering it to her first, she took a drink closely followed by him.
�No, go on�� she waved her hand at him. �Lie back on the pillows.�
�Yes ma�am.� He saluted laughing. Yet he followed her instructions and moved himself up to the top of the bed and lay back folding his arms beneath his head. �Do your worse.� He proclaimed.
She smiled rebelliously and climbed on top of him, sitting on his chest.
�Oh god Clarisse,� he breathed deeply. �What are you doing?�
She leant over his face. �You�ll see. Now lift your arms.�
Cautiously he followed her instructions then almost burst into pleasurable laughter as he realised her intentions. She was tying him to the damned bed!
�HA!� He grinned. �And what do you have planned my dear?�
�Planned? Well�� She tightened the knot and sat back satisfied. �I planned to turn the lamp off��
�Yes��
�Remove my robe and climb into bed.�
�Yes��
�And go to sleep.�
�Yes� what?�
She giggled. �Goodnight Joseph.�
�Goodnight? What� you can�t leave me like this.�
�I know, I was planning on covering you up, don�t want you to get cold now do we my little sweetie pie.� She tapped his nose with her finger.
�But Clarisse, honey, I thought we were going to.�
�What?�
�You know� have some fun together.�
�Oh, in this bed?�
�Yes.�
�This bed you don�t like.�
�Yes� ah, but well, you know, I can make do.�
�One wouldn�t expect somebody of your stature to simply �make do�. So I think the best thing for all involved is no more relations until we have your new bed installed. Don�t you agree?�
�Then why this?� He asked pulling on his ties.
�Well, that is your punishment for your little pillow diabolical.� She shrugged. �And also with you hating the bed so much I don�t want you sneaking off on me in the middle of the night.�
�Never.�
�I know never because you�re trapped, now�� she kissed his forehead making sure her breasts pressed against his chest. �Sleep well dear.�
�Sleep well?�
He watched as Clarisse slipped her robe off, climbed into bed, switched the lamps off and lay down next to him. He waited for a few seconds in the darkness, sure she was playing and would suddenly start laughing and set him free, or better still not set him free and continue the little game.
When she didn�t move after five whole minutes he shook his arms frustrated.
�Something wrong?�
�Yes there�s something wrong, all the blood is going to drain from my arms and then they�ll fall off.�
At this she did laugh. �That would be problematic.�
�It sure would. Set me free.�
�No, not until you apologise for your misguided comments about this bed.�
�But it�s true.�
�Then you stay there.�
�Ohhhh�. But Clarisse, honey� sweetie��
�Don�t creep.�
He sighed frustrated and was quiet again for a few minutes mulling things over.
�Clarisse, my little honey bunch, my little apple pie��
�It�s no use.�
�Oh but come on darling, you know you love me and just think if I have no hands I won�t be able to touch you�� he dropped his voice to a whisper. �You know, in all the places you liked to be touched.�
�Such as?�
�Simple things, holding your hand as we walk, dancing on our own in that huge ballroom, washing your hair in the bath�� He nudged his lower body closer to hers. �Carrying you to bed, touching your mouth, sliding my hands down your body and lifting your body up to mine, holding your exquisite breasts� feeling your warm thighs with the palm of my hand and��
�Stop, enough.�
�Will you set me free?�
She took a deep breath then sat up again. �And this bed?�
�Has its merits I�ll admit.�
She raised an eyebrow. �Merits?�
�Yes, you�re in it.�
�And that�s just a merit?�
�No, that�s heaven.�
She smiled. �You�re far too charming.� She moved on top of him again, grinding her body into his. �Oh, I think you�re rather enjoying being tied up.�
�Perhaps a little.�
�Only a little?� She pressed down on him.
�Ahh, maybe a little bit more� but.�
�But?�
�I like to touch you too much.�
She leant forward kissing his mouth languidly, touching his tongue with her own, sweet and delicious and feeling rather naughty as she did so.
�I like you touching me too.� She whispered against his mouth.
Her hands slid up his bare arms to the ties and gently tugged them loose.
He quickly dropped his arms to his side closing his eyes. �Oh thank goodness, I thought I was dying.�
�Do they still work?�
�Does what still work?� He glanced at her quizzically.
She laughed. �I said do �they� still work, I know �that� still works I can feel it.�
He smiled. �Oh you can, can you, well lucky for you I�m regaining the feeling in my hands.�
�Lucky? You�re the lucky one.�
He watched amazed as she lifted the silk nightgown from her body and threw it across the room, then quickly removed him of his black boxers.
�Now my darling�� She smiled cheekily leaning down over him, kissing his open mouth. �What did you call me, honey pie?�
�Bunch,� he croaked. �Honey bunch. Apple pie.�
�Ahh, do I remind you of food?�
�Only that, I want to eat you all up.�
She laughed. �Oh dear, oh, I feel quite light headed.�
�Good,� he smoothed her hair back. �Good, it�s wonderful to hear you laugh.�
�Mmm, would you like another drink?�
�No.�
�No?�
�No.� He clasped his arms around her back bringing her body down full length against his. �No, I want to make love to my wife in our bed.�
�The bed is forgiven?
�The bed is adored.�
�Good. And do the hands still work?�
He squeezed her behind. �I think so.�
�Then perhaps you�d like to illustrate a few of the points you were saying earlier.�
�Hmm, perhaps I will.�
�Only perhaps.� She sat up again leaning back so her thighs rubbed against him.
He closed his eyes exhaling slowly. �Sweet torture.�
She rested her hands on his chest holding herself up, moving down his body, eyes half closed as she held him and lowered herself down taking him inside her completely.
He gasped.
She smiled.
Mission accomplished.
Almost.
She rocked a bit against him, hearing him groan deeply. He had his eyes closed and therefore missed the look of triumph on her face. Where was that whisky bottle?
She ground her hips down and leant forward kissing his mouth slowly, his tongue licked her lower lip, his hands gripped her hips.
�Don�t stop�� He groaned, his voice deep and husky.
�You�ll like it.� She replied. �Close your eyes� trust me.� He did as she said, running his fingertips down her back. She smelt so good, her perfume, the natural scent, everything sank together in one delicious overwhelming� ahh, something wet was dripping down his torso.
His eyes snapped open in shock and widened even more, when he saw her there sitting on him with him buried deeply inside her, her legs straddling his hips. Gods, how he loved that expression bliss on her face, when they were joined. Almost as a test, he lazily thrust against her and delighted in her gasp.
It was, however, quickly followed by his own, when he saw her holding the open whisky bottle over him, splashing drops of the expensive liquid onto his torso.
�Mhmmm�cocktail a la Joseph.� she muttered before leaning forward to lick the droplets from his skin.
He couldn�t help it. When her lips made contact with his skin, he shouted her name, his whole body shuddering in never-known pleasure.
She giggled glancing up at him. �A good idea?� He was lost for words, he nodded dumbly watching her, never taking his eyes from her. She dropped more whisky up his body, trailing it over his chest, up his neck; a few stray drops touched his lips. She licked over his chest, smoothing his skin with her mouth, tracing her tongue; he couldn�t help but reach out for her.
�Clarisse��
�Not yet.� She whispered pushing his arms back to the bed. Her mouth continued its exploration; she lifted her lower body sliding off of him, hearing his murmured complaint. Moving higher she felt him brush against her inner thigh, her mouth moved up his neck suckling on his skin. His beard tickled her skin; she flicked her tongue out to his lips for the last drops of liquor. He responded his mouth joining hers, she wanted to continue playing but perhaps she could continue later� after all they had all night.
�I want to touch you.� He moaned.
She pressed her breasts down against his chest, lay her smooth leg against his, granting his wish. His hands rose over her skin, first cupping her breasts, running over her nipples. This time she moaned.
�Let me return the favour.�
With a swift movement, he had turned them over so that his weight rested on her body.
A languid smile crossed over her features at the sensation of the delicious heaviness and almost unconsciously she parted her legs for him. He didn�t accept her offer, but instead pulled back slightly.
Settling himself so that he was straddling one of her legs, he reached for the bottle as well. Very carefully, he let only a few drops fall on her breast and then with his free hand slowly spread the liquid over her skin.
Clarisse arched her body towards his touch, feeling the tingling become a tidal wave centring on where his fingertips moved over her breast.
�Joseph�� it was no more than a breathless whisper.
�Mi amor?�
�More�!�
Her demands were blissful to him, to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her, to know she lusted after his touch as much as he did hers. He lowered his mouth to her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth, tickling it with his tongue. She arched against him, into him. One leg rising slightly, he opened his eyes and glanced across the bed, loving to see her so open to his touch, so free, it had taken so long for her to fully relax, to enjoy this to its full.
Slowly he tipped the bottle until more whisky flowed down her body, along the line of her stomach. She giggled and jerked on the bed, leaning across her he placed the bottle on the floor and moved to lick across her stomach, his hand reached down and touched her calf, up behind her knee, tickling in the crevice with his thumb. Then up her thigh, languorous, torturing her ever so slowly. When he finally reached the warmth between her legs she shuddered against him.
�Hmm, Joseph��
�My love.� He whispered kissing her stomach, worshipping her body.
She moved again, dragging her body from beneath his. He sat back watching as she knelt in front of him. She directed him to sit back and he did so, his eyes never leaving her face. Then she very delicately slid onto his lap, taking him inside her once again. They both groaned together at the contact, at the heat invading their bodies. Clarisse tilted her head back, encouraging and directing his kiss, and he quickly obliged her both kissing and licking the soft freckled skin there.
He chuckled and she looked up at him confused. He kissed the corner of her mouth then looked down at their entwined bodies.
�I told you the freckles went all the way down.�
She stretched languidly against him, fully enjoying the feel of his skin against hers, his hands moving slowly on her back. She rose a little from her position on his lap, making them both moan at the sweet friction the move caused for the both of them, and pressed her body closer to his.
Joseph gladly obliged, burying his face against her chest, his tongue taking generous tastes of her breasts. She drew in a sharp breath at the sensation and released it muttering �Count them for me, darling.�
�Later�� He breathed lifting her.
She threw her head back again as the sweet pleasure ran through her body. He knew her body so well now, could read every sign just as she could with him. She had no intention of allowing him to sleep anytime soon, however, that didn�t mean they had to drag this particular round out. She lifted her legs behind him, clutching his back with her thighs, driving him deeper inside her. Oh she was right, she could read him so well, she immediately felt him increase the pace, felt his hand grip tighter on her hip lifting her body up on his.
There was a question in his eyes, the last shred of control he had, asking her if it was alright, if he wouldn�t be too fast, too forceful. She answered the unspoken, with an unspoken of her own, pressing herself closer, tightening her legs around him, sensually grinding her hips against his.
Oh, he didn�t need to ask for permission, there was nothing she wanted more at the moment. Breathless, careless, mindless, she was all this and wanted more. So much more.
Grinding herself against him even more forcefully, she took his face in her hands and crushed her mouth to his, trying to convey that he didn�t need to hold back, shouldn�t need to hold back.
�Joseph�� It was a moan, halfway to a scream.
He responded calling her name, pressing his mouth against hers, sucking on her bottom lip, battling with her tongue. Tasting her, tasting the whisky, delving inside her mouth. There was an overwhelming urge to possess her completely�he�d waited for so long for her, for this, to have her touch, to make love to her, to hear those wonderful noises she made, the murmurs of her ongoing pleasure.
She lowered her legs, placing her feet flat on the bed, feeling the rhythm take over her body. All coherent thought centred on the feel of him inside her, on the heat, on the slick satisfaction that swam between them. Part of her never wanted it to stop, for that sweet bliss to last forever, yet part of wanted to reach the heights now, to feel him drown inside her completely.
His mouth wandered from hers down to her neck pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses along the way. His hands were now forcefully pressing her body against his, increasing, enforcing their frenzied movements against each other. His breathing was erratic against her skin; she could alternately feel his hot breath and the cooler air of the room, yet it only enhanced the feelings.
He seemed to be everywhere, inside her, over her, around her, simply everywhere. She no longer knew if she breathed his name or screamed it, she no longer knew where she ended and he began. All came down to those delightfully forceful strokes inside her body, the shockwave of heat coming with each thrust. She held onto him for dear life, and then he increased his pace even more and the scream tore from her throat as stars burst behind her eyes.
Her world was no longer real, all that existed was the violent shuddering of her body, and his unarticulated groans as he still moved against her and oh, finally stiffened and then exploded inside her.
He fell back onto the bed bringing her body down on top of his, she folded her hand with his, felt his arm loop heavily over her back. For several minutes they lay like that, hearts racing, breath coming in loud deep groans, sticky, messy, happy.
Finally Clarisse lifted her head up and took in Joseph�s expression, his eyes were half closed, his mouth curved into a smile. Their bodies were still joined, he tried to move but she placed a hand on his chest stopping him.
�Can you reach the whisky?� She whispered rubbing her nose against his chin. He shook his head but stretched his arm out and felt about on the floor until he located the bottle.
He held it up shaking the contents.
Smiling she took it from him and took another drink, then handed it to him.
�I�ll need to sit up to drink.�
Shaking her head she tipped the bottle splashing a few drops onto his lips. He licked them off.
�Hardly fair.�
She took another drink then leant over him pressing her mouth to his.
�Better.� He said huskily, she moved against him, driving him deep inside her again, warm and welcoming, he felt himself stiffen inside her and she smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling.
He was reaching out to touch her body when she unexpectedly sat up, she was drunk now, no doubt about it. It was the first time they�d made love whilst totally drunk. Tipsy yes, late at night after some elaborate ball, early in the morning when neither were fully conscious, on the table in the cottage on honeymoon, on the couch in her office, in the shower, in the bath. In the boat on the lake but two weeks after their wedding, early evening, warm, she�d protested somebody might see then given in completely and allowed him to remove her knickers and push her skirt up and make love to her there in the bottom of the old boat on old pillows with the breeze shaking the late summer trees.
Ahhh, and what was she doing now? There were no hang-ups now; she was open in her sexuality, in her desires.
She was moving on top of him, so soon, it couldn�t have been ten minutes since they climaxed. And she claimed they were too old - ha!
He opened his eyes forcing himself back to reality.
�Clarisse�� he tried to still her, holding her down on him. That wasn�t exactly the most sensible tactic though, because he felt a shock of pleasure jolting through him as he thrust even deeper inside her.
�Clarisse, darling,� he gasped, �stop this.�
She opened her eyes only reluctantly, a pout forming on her face. Rolling her hips just a little, she asked coyly. �Why darling? Don�t you like it?�
He groaned. �Clarisse, we just had� I mean, aren�t you� Well, I am not young anymore. I erm� need a little time to recover.�
There was a twinkle in her eyes that left him worried. Clarisse � horny and drunk, that could be a dangerous combination. He didn�t exactly know if he was up to it. Hell, he could die trying. And what a lovely death it would be.
The twinkle in her eyes had become stronger as she started to smile and rocked her hips against his. �Are you certain about that my love?�
To his slight embarrassment, he felt his reaction to her movements and to the feathery trailing of her fingertips on his chest and still resting inside her there was no way she could have missed it.
�What was that again?�
�I said, I needed time to recover.�
�Really now?� She leant forward, but instead of kissing him like he expected she only grabbed a pillow and held it over her head?
�Clarisse, put that pillow down.�
�No.� Again she rocked against him, carefully running the pillow over his legs.
He felt the hairs on her legs stand on end at the contact and bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. �Clarisse, I warn you. No more pillow games.�
He could see, just how much she was enjoying her little game and by her constant grinding against him she had made sure, he enjoyed it as well.
�Clarisse�� It was his final warning, yet he felt that it had come out more as a desperate plea.
�Oh my darling, are you worried?� she cooed. His eyes widened as she once again leant forward, her mouth mere inches from his ear. Her breath was hot against his skin and all thoughts of needing time to recover, of taking things slow the second time went out of the window.
In a smooth and fast attack he turned them over, pinning her body underneath his. His hands went for her arms, gripping her wrists like a vice, effectively pinning them down as well. He looked at her face, saw her eyes widen, the pupils dilate even more.
Oh she was aroused alright, willing and perfectly adamant to get everything she wanted. And he was glad to grant her all her wishes.
The pace he set was fast and forceful. This was not going to be one of their tender moments either. If possible, Clarisse�s eyes widened even more, having long ago turned black with desire.
Gods, this was what she wanted. This power, this craziness, this� oh� �Joseph�� she moaned as his lips found the hollow of her throat. Gods, this man could do things with his mouth, not to mention other parts of his body.
She held onto him for dear life, her fingers cramping into the skin of his back, her nails scratching over it. Her breath came in short bursts, each of them accentuated with her panting his name. She felt so hot and yet so absolutely cool, tingly, bodiless, mindless.
And then she felt his breath again against her skin, heard him mutter endearments either in English or in Spanish, he didn�t know, she didn�t know and it didn�t matter � only that he was inside her and filling her, bringing completeness to her and more want. So much more want�
She launched herself upwards against his shoulder, tumbling them over again, so that she was straddling him again. Only their frenzied movement didn�t stop, instead she picked up the pace, raising and lowering herself onto him. Steadying herself against his shoulders she rocked against him, willing to take him deeper into her, wanting it, needing it�
�Clarisse, my darling..Oh, my love� mi amor�mi diosa�mi solamente��
Those words, muttered, breathed, panted, they only spurred her on. His hands were feverishly running up and down her arms, then finding her breasts and finally running over her lower back and they rocked together, again and again, until all of a sudden there were only two shouts:
�Clarisse��
�Joseph��
And then there was only silence.
She fell on top of him, her body slipped to the side of his, her arms spread across the bed, exhausted yet fully satisfied.
She closed her eyes, not sure how long for, it must have been a while for when she opened them again she actually felt the chill in the room. The heat of her body was fading, the slickness of her skin drying.
The room was still and silent, she took a deep breath and gazed around her, the sweet scent of the two of them mingled together, unmistakeable to her now.
Glancing to her side she took in the sight of her husband completely naked lying next to her, absolutely magnificent, god he turned her on� she never even realised she could be turned on until she�d been with him. Joseph, Joseph, Joseph� the mantra of his name had eased her through many lonely nights over the years.
She moved slightly, bringing her arms down, touching her body, as she watched him she realised that despite their frantic bouts of love making the heady desire was still there.
Clarisse slowly dragged her leg up over Joseph�s body, her hand rested on his chest, her smile glorious as she took in the steady rise and fall beneath her palm. His breathing had returned to normal, his eyes were closed, a bemused smile on his face.
She�d taken him by surprise, it wasn�t often she was so rampant in their love-making, so demanding, and it was highly likely they wouldn�t have an evening like this for a while again. Staying up all night having heated sex was something she didn�t have the energy for most of the time, in fact recently her timetable had been so full most night�s she fell directly to sleep.
It was fun to play� in fact she hadn�t known such fun. Pillow fights and getting drunk together, laughing, teasing, sharing each other�s bodies, in the pleasure they could give each other. She remembered the first time, good god that first time together, their wedding night. How nervous, no, how terrified she was he�d be disappointed. Well, he�d soon erased that fear.
Feeling slightly giddy she sat up, Joseph moved a little next to her but his eyes were still closed. Smiling she got up, albeit slowly, and crossed the bedroom heading for the bathroom; turning on the cold water faucet she splashed her face in the semi-darkness, the light from the bedroom lamp offering her only guide.
When she returned to the bed Joseph hadn�t moved an inch, she located the whisky bottle, noting how low its contents were becoming she uncorked it and took another drink. Kneeling down next to him she once again poured a little on his chest and licked it off.
He lifted his head staring down at her. �Clarisse, are you determined to get me completely drunk?�
�That was part of my plan.� She dripped more of the liquor onto his stomach.
He gripped her shoulder. �My love I��
�Shh, just lie there and enjoy.�
His head dropped back to the bed, she glanced up at him and decided he wasn�t comfortable enough; moving to the head of the bed she dragged a pillow down and lifted his head and slipped it beneath. Taking another sip of the whisky and straightening her shoulders Clarisse leant over him trailing her tongue down his magnificent, sculpted body, those mornings spent in the gymnasium certainly paid off, she mused.
Her head was spinning, her mind reeling, he tasted so good, he felt so good. All she wanted to do was give him joy, utter happiness, pure thankfulness for having him with her after everything they�d been through.
The whisky poured further down his body, his smell filled her, so familiar, so heady, she wanted to taste him completely, the way he did her, the way he touched her� his mouth.
He groaned as her nipples rubbed his legs, then his head shot up as he realised her intentions. �Clarisse�� His voice was heavy, laden with desire, he never thought she would, never, and now to realise she was� she could� he fell back again as a few delicate drops of liquor fell between his legs, her mouth soon followed and he almost shouted with ecstasy.
To say she hadn�t done this before she certainly learnt fast, she had him crying out for release within seconds. His hand reached down to tangle in her hair, he needed to feel her, to hold her body. He wanted to share this with her.
�Clarisse� stop, stop�� he breathed deeply.
She glanced up sharply. He realised he�d unnerved her and quickly sat forward grasping her body.
�I want to share it with you.�
She smiled, watched as he took hold of the whisky bottle and took a gulp of its contents before handing it to his shaking wife.
He kissed her mouth. �Thank you.� He whispered laying her back on the bed.
Taking her nipple in his mouth his hands moved over her body, he reached down between her legs, spreading her thighs, feeling her warmth with his fingertips.
She gasped at the contact, her hands grasping for his shoulders. He brought his mouth up her body, trailed his hand over her stomach, she shook beneath him in anticipation. �Joseph�� His mouth met hers, slowly this time, they had each other, their bodies belonged together, loved together.
She folded her leg over his as he dropped onto his side, his arm around her bringing her body next to his. She manoeuvred herself into a better position, wrapping her leg over his hip, welcoming him inside her once more.
The pace that had been so frantic the whole night through now slowed into a dull throbbing between them. So slow, leisurely touching and feeling as they moved together in perfect harmony. His hand moved up her arm, his other gripped her backside guiding her forward.
Clarisse had one arm looped over his side, grasping his back, holding him as close to her as she possibly could. She couldn�t get enough of him, of the feel of them together. Sweet shocks swept through her stomach and she mumbled his name against his shoulder, gently suckling on his skin.
Words of love and adoration tumbled from his lips, incoherent, as he worshipped her body with his own. Her foot dug into the back of his leg, she gasped his name, urging him on� god he loved the sound of her saying his name, like this, making love together.
Clarisse lifted her head as she felt Joseph nudging her forehead, his mouth sought hers, needing her kiss. She licked his mouth, opened herself completely to him.
�Love�� He murmured between kisses. �Clarisse, my only� love.�
�Don�t ever stop.� She whispered. �I need you.�
�Oh I need you too, I want you�� He groaned, not able to hold back any longer.
Synchronised and perfectly in tune with each other�s bodies they moved together; Joe�s head resting in the crook of her neck, his tongue licking her skin. Clarisse holding him there, wrapping herself around him as much as she possibly could. Her eyes closed as she repeatedly kissed his head, murmured his name.
If pleasure and absolute happiness was palpable then she had it now in her arms, felt it in her very skin. There was no haste in their lovemaking, none of the urgency that had marked the earlier rounds. They had all time in the world.
This was all about his arms cradling her gently against him, hers holding onto his back, hands stroking skin leisurely, lips pressing repeatedly warm kisses on the cheek or the mouth or chin or ears, tongues unhurriedly running over necks and shoulders.
Above all there was the slow rhythmic meeting of their bodies, the slow, still light strokes, which only slowly became more intense. Each of them brought a new shock of pleasure to her body, building up like a long wave, starting gently, then slowly building up and finally coming into a crashing break.
Yet, she made barely a sound. Her lips were too drawn to taste his skin, to feel her lips pressing against his skin. She would be perfectly content to do this all night.
All of a sudden, he raised his head from the crook of her shoulder, untangling his arms from around her back and took her face in his hands. �Mi solamente amor�tan encantador� tan perfecto� Dioses, c�mo te quiero.� He whispered and then leant forward to kiss her with only the most feathery of touches.
His murmured words struck a chord deep within her and suddenly she was desperate to have him even closer. Her arms went around his neck pressing his whole body closer to hers, intensifying their thrusts against each other.
She felt the rhythm change, felt him move faster and faster, felt his hand travel down her arm then coming to rest on the small of her back, tightening their embrace. Looking into his face she saw that his eyes were squeezed shut, his wonderful face a grimace of pleasure. Oh she wanted to see it, this pleasure in his eyes.
��brase los ojos para m�.� she breathed.
His eyes snapped open as she murmured the words, using his native tongue, and she felt him stiffen in her arms. Then he shuddered against her, falling over the edge, her name barely an agonised whisper against her ear.
The air from his words brushed over her skin and without warning many waves crashed together and she felt the explosion of bliss spreading through her body like a fire.
Her last words for quite some time were whispered as well. �Oh, my love��
Joseph fell back on the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in short tight gasps. A hand rested on his forehead the other slung across the bed still touching his wife�s body. Pure exhaustion crept into every muscle, every vein, every inch of skin.
How he ached, sweet and intense, his heart thudding so hard in his chest he thought it was in his throat, he could feel the blood as it pulsed around his body. He felt alive, so utterly drained but alive, and throbbing with that life.
Taking a few steady breaths trying to fill his lungs to capacity he flexed his fingers on her stomach and smiled when he felt her fingers fold with his, sticky, her wedding ring digging into his skin.
�Ohhhh god�� he groaned.
Clarisse giggled and turned onto her side wrapping her arm over him. �Something wrong dear?�
�You, my love, are going to be the death of me.�
�Oh but you enjoy it.� She squeezed him and kissed his chest.
�Hmm, remind me how good it was in the morning when I have to drag my aching body, and throbbing head, out of bed.�
�Well perhaps I�ll indulge you and allow you to sleep late.�
She kissed him again and he smiled feeling her mouth move over his chest. �Aren�t you even a little tired?�
�Yes, very much so, but divinely happy.� She lifted herself up gazing down at him, running her hand over his upper arm.
He dared himself to open his eyes and watch her.
She smiled as he touched her face.
�What are you thinking about?� He whispered.
�I was thinking, your arms are very strong�� She grinned. �And I need something to drink.�
�More?�
She laughed. �Water.�
�Me too, ohhh�.� He sighed. �I�ll pull my old body up and go fetch her majesty some water.�
She slid from his body, moving up to her side of the bed and sliding beneath the sheets. �Oh I wouldn�t call it old. Necessarily.�
He shot her a stony glare as he sauntered across the bedroom, naked, and headed for the bathroom to rinse his face. Clarisse watched from her position in bed, folding her hands on her lap as she took in each perfect inch of his body.
When he returned he grabbed his dressing gown as she smiled at him, smugly.
�Something wrong?�
�No,� she shook her head. �Everything�s quite perfect.�
�Hmm, I�ll be right back.�
�Okay.�
She waited until he left before tidying the bed sheets and fluffing the pillows. Finding the whisky bottle on the floor she replaced the cork and put it on his bedside table, she could deal with that tomorrow.
Turning all but one of the lamps off Clarisse lay back in bed thoroughly exhausted yet thoroughly sated.
Once her eyes closed she felt sleep creeping over her instantaneously. She hardly heard Joseph return to the bedroom and slide into bed next to her, but she felt his hand touch her waist and immediately she moved into his arms.
Stroking her face he gently kissed her forehead. �Goodnight my love.�
�Mmm, goodnight.� She whispered wrapping herself around him; her hands folding with his, her legs cradling his, her head on his chest.
Joseph breathed deeply, casting a glance to the side and spotting the bottle of whisky he chuckled and shook his head. Getting drunk together was certainly fun, if not tiring. He felt Clarisse stir in his arms and moved a little to make sure she was comfortable.
Closing his eyes he felt a weight descend on him, good lord he was tired, a late morning was most definitely required. He was drifting away, content and warm and happy, rested on the soft pillows that smelt of her perfume, her body against his.
Sleep had almost overtaking him; he was drifting in and out of consciousness, replaying the evening�s events when he heard a barely audible voice say.
�And we�re keeping this damned bed.�
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