Part 4
They must have dozed for a while, not sleeping but not fully awake either, dreaming, settling into the warmth and soothing comfort of each other's arms. Side by side they now held each other, their bodies never ceased to touch, silently communicating. Her leg between his, her arms stroking over his, her hands tracing patterns on his back, his neck, across his chest.
She'd expected it to end, expected them to fall into a satisfied slumber holding each other. But the desire was still present, and despite the fact he'd just made love to her more passionately than Rupert ever had… she found she still wanted him, again and again.
Joseph's hands were skilfully wandering over her body, it seemed he'd already learned her most sensitive spots. He teased her nipples with his mouth, stroked her hips, blew cool air across her stomach then followed it with sweet kisses. His mouth was on her neck, licking her, tasting every inch of her stunning body. Then he was nipping the skin on her shoulders, she giggled as he tugged on her earlobe and he smiled satisfied at the result.
She took his face in her hands, his eyes were dark, full of longing and want… still she mused gleefully. Stroking his lips with her thumb she turned with him falling into another kiss. The man certainly knew how to kiss… she opened her mouth to him trembling as his tongue touched hers. She recalled their chaste kisses of late and let her tongue taste his delicious hot mouth.
His chest felt firm beneath her palm, his muscles pronounced, strong arms held her tight against him. His hands were wandering again, down her back, resting on her shoulder blades, then down to her waist. She shuddered at the sensation, one touch there and she was almost moaning in pleasure. His hand rested on her backside and had to smile at the thought, he smiled too and then she reclaimed his mouth.
She shifted against him and he rolled onto his back bringing her body to rest on top of his. She rested above him, clearly noting his already ardent desire, she moved a little teasing him with her thigh. He groaned, an incomprehensible word, and she giggled again and pressed her mouth to his – being married was fun after all!
His hands moved down between her legs and this time she was the one to groan into his mouth. Kissing repeatedly and his fingers tenderly stroking her, that deep burning once again began.
"Joseph…" She murmured between kisses.
"Mmm."
"Joseph."
"Sweetheart." He stroked her hair back from her face. "Tell me."
"I… oh god I… I can't," she kissed his mouth, closing her eyes. "I don't do this."
"You are doing this." He touched her again and dropped his voice, deep and steady. "You can tell me. Whatever you want."
"You. I want you."
He smiled. "I'm certainly glad of that."
"Don't laugh at me."
"Never." He lifted his mouth to hers. "Tell me what you would like me to do."
"Ohhhh…I can't."
"You can."
She shook her head, holding his face, kissing him slowly, leisurely. She attempted to lift herself from his grasp and slide back down to the bed, her plan to pull him above her again. Yet he resisted.
"Joseph?" She mumbled against his neck.
"Like this," he held her waist, guiding her down to where he needed her touch the most. "Stay like this."
"I've never done this."
"Honey…"
He slid a hand into her hair and brought her mouth down to his; she leaned into him and his hands slid down the edge of her body, resting on her hips then her backside and gradually steering her down to meet with him. She shook a little, leaning her forehead against his as he slid inside her. He lifted her hips then guided her back down again, then repeated the movement painfully slow in his actions, making sure she was perfectly comfortable in the position.
Little by little she adjusted, began to control the rhythm herself and rely less and less upon his guiding hands. She raised herself on her own hands, leaning down on the pillow either side of his head. His eyes were closed, she watched his face, watched the odd flicker of almost painful pleasure cross his face, the way he bit down on his lip to keep himself in check, to hold himself back.
She watched him for as long as she could, attempting to keep her moans in check, to keep her eyes focused on his face but all too soon she was losing control. Her head fell back, eyes closed, hands digging into his chest. She kept the momentum, determined she would enjoy every single moment of being with him in this way. His voice echoed through the room and her eyes shot open and she stared at his face, he grabbed her hips, stilled her on top of him.
"Joseph?" Her voice almost failed.
"Too much." He attempted to smile. "I need to move."
He shifted beneath her, easily lifted her body up and knelt in front of her kissing her mouth. Then in one smooth motion he tilted her backwards and laid her down, climbing between her legs and entering her again.
"Oh I do love you Clarisse." He kissed her chin, noted her smile and kissed her lips too.
"I know." She mouthed lifting her legs and wrapping them around his.
In a matter of seconds she was on the edge, groaning his name and with his deep sexy growl at her ear. They came together, completely exhausted but with such a deep sense of adoration and utter devotion.
Gently he lifted her up, moved them back to the top of the bed and she draped her body over his; he pulled the sheets up to cover their bodies.
"Are you sleepy?" Clarisse asked tracing her hand across his chest.
"Yes, but I don't wish to sleep."
"Funny, me neither."
"I want to talk to you, all night, not to miss a second of our first night as man and wife."
He squeezed her waist and she smiled.
"You're such a sweetheart."
"I am."
She lifted her head up and smiled down at him, kissing his smiling face.
"Yes, my sweetheart." She remained leaning over him, touching his face, his neck and chest. He closed his eyes, completely engulfed in the joy of having her fingers exploring his body. "What shall we talk about?" She said, her voice hushed.
"Mmm, anything, you can talk to me, tell me something."
"Such as?" She was smiling, her body leaning on top of his, tickling his foot with her toes.
"Anything. Sing to me."
"Ha!"
"Is that a yes." He laughed, shifting his foot from hers.
"That's a not on your life." She moved again locating his other foot and teasing his heel.
"Hey!"
"What." She said innocently.
He opened one eye and glanced at her. "That tickles."
"I know, I'm enjoying it."
"Where's my song?"
"Ohhh…" She swatted his chest and he closed his eyes again. "I'll say the words, you can sing them."
"I have a terrible voice." He said lifting his hand up to stroke her hair.
"I don't think so." She kissed his forehead. "Here we are on earth together." She said slowly.
"Good choice. It's you and I." He half sang.
"God has made us fall in love it's true, I've really found someone like you." She took a deep breath. "Will it stay, the love you feel for me?"
"Yes."
She laughed. "That's not part of the song."
"I'm sorry, go on."
"I feel silly."
"I'm enjoying it."
"Will you be by my side to see me through, until my life is through?"
"Yes."
"Joseph." She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry, please go on."
"No. You've ruined it."
"Then I'll do it, in my mind we can conquer the world."
"Cause in my mind we will stay here always, in love, you and I."
"You missed bits out."
"I realise that."
"Are you falling to sleep?"
"No." She proclaimed sliding from his body and twisting over onto her back, she pulled the sheets down suddenly feeling very warm and raised her hands above her head spreading them over the pillows. "I'm just stretching, resting my eyes." She said gently, "Don't stop talking to me."
