Mixed Signals by Posh & Stoneygem

Part 16 - edited

She had never known that the route from the main doors to their suite was so long. The way up the staircase seemed to be never-ending and then, through all those hallways, until they finally reached their suite seemed endless.

Of course, the road had not gotten longer; it was her impatience that gave that impression. Oh, and impatient she was. His hand holding hers didn't help matters. She could feel her skin tingling all over, just from the simple contact.

He didn't touch her any further. In fact, he didn't even look at her, but she could feel his presence and the desire she felt for him drew her closer like a moth to the flame. She couldn't wait, she just couldn't wait.

Gods, she still couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe how they had behaved at the party. In her mind she could almost read tomorrow's headlines. Yet, she didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed.

All that had mattered was that he had kissed her. His lips on hers, his tongue sensually playing around in her mouth, his hands possessively running over her body. God, she drew a deep breath, god, how she loved that.

How she loved to sway her body against his when they were dancing or actually pretending to be dancing. Clarisse chuckled slightly; they had certainly given the assembled society an eye full.

Almost - how did Mia term it, making out in a public ballroom? Not to mention their hasty exit. People would certainly talk, knowing full well where they were going. If only they were there already.

Clarisse sighed again and involuntarily quickened her step.

A deep chuckle besides her shook her out of her musings. "Do you have urgent plans for tonight, my dear?"

She eyed him ruefully but said not one word instead focusing her attentions on the door they were approaching. The guards bowed, she hardly registered their movements. Joseph's hand was resting at the base of her back, his thumb applying a light pressure as he rubbed through the material. He was speaking with the guards, bidding them a good evening; she wished he'd hurry so they could move along.

Finally she stepped forward and in a second he was close behind her once again. They entered the darkened suite and she reached for the light switch but he stopped her, catching her hand and kissing her fingertips.

"I want to see you." She whispered as he stood in front of her kissing her forehead.

"Later." Was his only reply.

He covered her face in soft kisses, worshipping her skin, caressing her beauty with his mouth. He guided her across the room until they stood near the window, as skilful as any dance they might have performed earlier in the evening. The moonlight provided some semblance of light and she watched his face as he kissed her exposed shoulders and the nape of her neck. She tilted her head back giving him free access over her most sensitive spots, and he gladly licked his way up her neck until an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Clarisse sat down in the bay window as Joseph's hands directed her to do so. He knelt in front of her, feeling his way down her body with his palms, she bent her head to kiss him but he avoided her mouth, too fully engrossed in his task. Skilfully his fingers slid over her shoes slipping them off in one swift movement, he felt up her calves, tickled behind her knees… she giggled and looked down at his face in the darkness.

He continued up her thighs, squeezing them, revelling in the heat radiating from her skin. He reached the top of her stockings and dipped his head to lick the exposed skin. Shivering at his touch she gladly parted her legs as he moved between her knees.

Hearing him chuckle she stared down at him a little put off.

He smiled up at her, reaching for her face. "Your skirt is too big." He said gently pushing the swathe of material up her legs.

She smiled in recognition and lifted her hands from his shoulders reaching around her back for the clasp on her dress. He sat back as she stood and watched as the dress slipped down her body, picking it up he cast it aside as if it were nothing.

"That's an expensive hand crafted gown." She said ruefully, standing in front of him.

"I don't care." He slid his hands around her thighs again. "Sit down."

"Let's go to bed."

"Not yet, I have plans…"

She shook her head. "So do I…" Yet she sat down anyway.

Finally his mouth covered hers, his hands moving over the lace of her bra, she always chose such exquisite pieces of lingerie to wear for him. His mouth continued its exploration down between her breasts, over the creamy smoothness of her skin.

She leant back against the frame of the window as he bid her to do so, his hands travelling the length of her body as his mouth once again kissed her legs.

His fingers quickly slipped along the edge of her knickers, and she lifted her body as he slid them down her legs and cast them aside. There was a burning within and she couldn't wait to have him inside her, she longed to feel him once again, to share all this love with him.

She edged even closer towards his body, at the same time putting her hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Suddenly, the need to feel his hands on her, his mouth caressing her skin, became almost unbearable.

His hand moved up her stomach directing her to lean back and she felt his head move between her legs. Immediately she jumped up, her hand gripping his shoulder.

"Relax…" He reached up and touched her face, taking her hand and kissing it. "Let me…"

She sighed deeply as he touched her. And then coherent thought, and speech, left her.

"Ahh… my turn." She glanced down from her position on the window seat, and gladly grabbed his trousers easily pushing down his zip and reaching inside.

He groaned and his head fell back as she watched him, such power she could have over him, it sent her crazy with need. Oh she wanted this to last all night, but right now they both needed the sweet release.

In a second she had moved from her seat and was straddling his legs, knocking him backwards until he lay on his back and she leant over him. Her usually neatly styled hair falling down and tickling his face as she kissed him.

He brushed it back smiling at her. "Clarisse darling."

"Mmm…" She continued kissing his face and neck.

"Would you mind if we erm…" He shifted beneath her lifting himself up on his elbows. "…moved?"

Somehow he managed to move from underneath her, holding her hand and bidding her to stand with him. He led her to the chaise lounge she so favoured for relaxing on.

She smiled at him coyly as she sat down. "And I thought you were leading me to bed."

"Ahh but I've been planning this…" He knelt in front of her removing his shirt completely as she watched.

"You have?"

"Hmm, fantasised about her majesty utterly relaxed on this piece of furniture…" He lay closer to her body, kissing her nipples and feeling her arch beneath him. "About making love to her on here, of having that memory permanently fixed in my mind."

She giggled running her hand over his head. "Oh you are a terrible influence on me, I'm usually such a proper lady."

"A proper lady, groping her husband in public…" He shook his head as he leant over her body.

Clarisse felt her conscience cloud at the incredible feeling of sexual headiness. The world around them disappeared completely. Only the touching of their skin existed. Not even the crashing sound nearby registered as she twisted them around and came to rest on top of him.

"Clarisse," came his breathless words, "Clarisse, darling the…"

But she paid it no heed.

"Clarisse, the coffee table."

Finally, the imploring tone of his voice registered and she raised her head from where her mouth had been busy kissing his chest to throw a careless look to the side where the small coffee table stood. Or better should have been standing. The small table that used to hold her tea no longer stood there but lay toppled over next to the chaise.

She threw a careless look at it and then turned her attention back to the man lying sprawled underneath her.

"Leave it," she breathed, "we have more…pressing matters at hand."

"And you tell me I'm a bad influence." He chuckled lightly resting his palms on her hips.

She smiled against his skin, reaching for his hand and folding her fingers with his.

"What are you thinking?" He whispered lightly kissing her cheek.

"I'm thinking…" she kissed his shoulder before lifting her head. "Mmm, I'm thinking how incredibly happy you make me." She kissed his chin.

"A-ha."

"And how much." She shifted on top of him her mouth touching his. "Oh how very much I love you." Her smile was glorious, her skin flushed, her body radiating pleasure. "And how I want to travel anywhere with you…" she squeezed his hand. "Everywhere with you."

"Yes my love," he tenderly stroked her cheek with the tip of his finger, "to the stars and back. Every time with you."

She leant against him raising her body on his, lifting their entwined hands up as she smiled and nipped his chin. "That wasn't what I meant…"

"I know." He said gently. "You still have your stockings on."

"I was beginning to think it was a fetish of yours."

"Madam I have only one fetish…" His arms cradled her waist, holding her impossibly close to him, his skin sticking to hers, their bodies wordlessly communicating each and every second.

"A-ha. Which is?"

He smiled tilting her backwards and kissing her mouth lightly, tasting her bottom lip, tickling her tongue. "My wife." He breathed against her lips.

"I have an idea." She whispered in return.

"Does it involve moving from here?"

"Well yes, but I think you'll enjoy it."

"And what about that?"

"That?"

"The table." He indicated the fallen coffee table. "Just how much of an antique is it?"

She laughed. "I have no idea, probably not older than me."

"Ahh so not an antique at all."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She said pulling her body back from his and raising her leg, resting her foot on the chaise lounge and rolling her stocking down her leg.

He watched her intently, holding her foot as he did so.

"I'm sure it will keep until morning." She said absently eyeing the toppled table.

"I'm sure it will."

She handed him her stockings before standing up, somewhat shakily, and holding her hand out to him. "Come dear I have an idea."

"Oh how can one resist?"

"One wouldn't dare to." She teased gripping his fingers. "Oh and I think you can leave those there!"

He dropped the stockings next to the rest of their abandoned clothing and followed her through the lounge and to their bedroom.

"To bed darling?"

"Not exactly." She quipped over her shoulder as she led him into their private bathroom…

There is an unedited version of this story - if you would like to read it please send me an email & i'll mail it along to you. xx Rhonda