Special thanks to all of you who stayed the course during the journey back from Chapter 7. This chapter is all about the making up after the fight. Please note that although it has been toned down quite a bit for posting here, there is still some rather explicit material and adult situations. Please consider yourself warned. If you would like the "uncut" version, please let me know and I'll be happy to send it to you.
Enough said - enjoy the make up time!
Chapter 10: If These Walls Could Talk.
He didn't need further prompting. He held her face between his hands and began placing feather-like kisses on her mouth. He increased his intensity and she responded in kind. After a few moments, he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in a dream like state. Her lips were glistening in the faint moonlight that poured in through the windows. He couldn't resist. He took his thumb and gently caressed her swollen lips. They parted slightly in response to his touch. His fingers followed the trail of his thumb across her mouth. She took her hand and brought his hand gently to her mouth. To Joseph's surprise, she opened her mouth and took each finger, one at a time, into her mouth and gently sucked on it. The sensation caused a response throughout his entire body causing a rush of blood to his lower region.
His voice was barely more than a whisper, "God, Clarisse…what you do to me. Your mouth should be a registered weapon."
This caused her to smile and stop her attention to his fingers. She opened her eyes, only slightly, and looked up at him with a coy smile on her face. Her husky reply almost caused him to lose his balance, "I've only begun, my dearest Joseph…only just begun." With those words, she began undoing his tie and once freed from that, the buttons on his shirt, quickly followed.
She eyed his chest hungrily and turned her attention to the now exposed skin in front of her. Her kisses followed a similar pattern to his earlier. She nibbled and sucked on his earlobe and followed it with a trail of kisses down his neckline to his shoulder. He leaned his head back to allow her free access to any region she chose to grace with her wonderful mouth. She worked her way down his chest. When she grazed over a sensitive area, she was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and his reaching under her chin to bring her back up to eye level with him.
"My dear…if you continue your current direction, I fear I shall not be able to stand much longer. And, as much as I want to take you right here and now, I fear that the cold floor of the greenhouse will not be accommodating or forgiving for our, shall we say, mature joints."
She leaned up and kissed him. In her best Queen tone, she stated. "I don't plan on spending any time on that floor – whether my joints are mature or not. Queens do not lay on the floor, my dear. Which is why we are going to go to the back of the greenhouse where there is a padded bench that I think will work quite nicely." She stepped out of her dress and shoes…picked the dress up with one hand and took his hand with the other as she led him towards the back of the greenhouse.
He grabbed his shirt and couldn't help but smile as she led him towards the darkness at the back of the room. "So, just so I understand, Queens do not lay on the floor, but they have no trouble making love on a bench? Guess I still have a lot to learn about Queens – or at least one, in particular!"
She threw a devastating smile over her shoulder. "The most important thing you need to remember, my husband, is that the Queen must be pleased." She stopped and turned towards him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Are you ready to please me, Joseph?"
He bowed so that he was now looking fully at her lace clad chest. "Oh, most definitely, your Majesty…most definitely. Just lead the way."
When they arrived in front of the bench, Joseph decided he was ready to be in the lead again. "Please lie down, Clarisse." She did as she was told – her body was already anticipating what would come next.
Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a pocket knife. He walked over to a rose bush that held the most beautiful peach roses he had ever laid his eyes on. Carefully, he cut one of the roses leaving about 6 inches of stem beneath the rose. He quickly trimmed the thorns off as well – there had been enough pain this evening, he only wanted to give pleasure now.
"Joseph, what are you doing?"
"Preparing to please my Queen, my love."
"Please hurry then…the Queen grows impatient." He chuckled slightly. He loved the way she wanted him. Their physical relationship was so new – really only a few days old now and she certainly wanted to make up for lost time.
"Close your eyes, please."
She complied and was rewarded with feeling the satiny touch of the rose on her forehead. He trailed the rose down her face, over her eyelids which fluttered slightly in response - over her nose and those beautiful lips. He loved the way her lips would slightly separate as they were being caressed - always accompanied by the quickening of her pulse and her breathing. He took each one of her hands in turn and stretched them out above her head. "Please keep them there, ok?"
"You keep doing that and I'll do whatever you ask, my love." He smiled at her response. She was definitely enjoying the sensations the touch of the rose was creating. He repeated the pattern on the other side of her face. He then moved up to her exposed wrists; the rose traveled from her wrist, down the inside of her arm, to the delicate skin of her underarm and then over her front. The trail continued to her slightly rounded stomach. He spent some time lazily tracing circles selecting the areas he knew would gain him the best response. Her breath had become much deeper as the sensations were sending tingles that seemed to all be moving in the same direction. He repeated the process on the other side watching the emotions play across her face. He continued to go agonizingly slow. Finally, she could take no more.
Her arms came forward as she reached for him. "Ahhh…Joseph…that's not playing fair! I said 'please' not 'tease'!"
He couldn't help but laugh, "Must be my mature hearing, my love. My apologies."
They both started to laugh when suddenly he lay down on top of her and covered her mouth with his hand. As it was completely unexpected, she started to struggle a bit. His only response was, "Shhh!"
Then she heard it too. "Grandma? Joe? Where are you guys?" Mia had apparently said her good nights to Nicholas and was now looking for her grandparents. They heard the door open at the front of the greenhouse.
"Hello! Anybody here?"
Clarisse and Joseph didn't dare move or breathe.
They heard some slight movement towards the front and then the door closed again. Joseph waited a moment and then got up and walked a little towards the front. There was no sign of Mia.
Walking back, he smiled, "Coast is clear."
"That one certainly would have been tough to explain. I'm afraid we would have traumatized young Mia" They both started laughing again.
After a moment, Joseph turned serious and resumed his caressing with the rose. He picked up the flower and this time began on the soles of her feet and working his way up her body. Her breathing had increased again and her body was beginning to respond even more as his caresses became more intimate.
"Oh God, Joseph – that is exquisite."
He began working in tandem with the rose, letting it caress her while his hands and mouth began to please her as well. The sensations began to build. "Oh, Joseph, don't stop."
He couldn't resist, "Why is that, my love? I don't want to rush anything."
She was exasperated, but in a good way, "I thought we discussed the difference between pleasing and teasing? Don't make me explain it again as I don't believe I will be able to think straight much longer."
He continued to tease her. "Didn't your mother teach you to say please?"
"Joseph…please!"
"See. All you had to do was ask." Electricity shot through her body like a lightning bolt as he continued to demonstrate his love for her in a very physical way. Finally, she could take no more.
"Oh, Joseph…I'm begging you, please."
He trailed kisses along her abdomen and up her stomach. "You need never beg, my love." With that, their bodies met in a timeless dance that was meant solely for the two of them at this moment in time. The dance came to an end as the sensations finally granted them release with a beautiful cascading of emotions.
They lay motionless for a few minutes…all energy spent, just basking in the love of each other. Finally, he moved and, taking the rose in one hand and her hand in the other, he pulled her to a sitting position.
She smiled up at him. "It is a good thing that these walls cannot talk, is it not?"
He chuckled at the thought of the rather explicit story the wall could tell from tonight. "Most definitely, my dear."
They dressed quickly as they remembered Mia had been looking for them earlier.
"We should probably freshen up and find Mia, shouldn't we?" Clarisse asked.
"Yes. We probably should."
He kissed her again stroking the rose down the side of her cheek. When they parted, he handed it to her. "I think you should take this as a keepsake from tonight, don't you think?"
"I think that's a wonderful idea."
As they got ready to leave the greenhouse, Joseph noticed Clarisse looking around for something.
"What is it, my love? What's wrong?"
A concerned look was on her face. "Joseph. I can't find my shoes. They were right here by the door when I took them off."
Joseph helped her look but the shoes were nowhere to be found. A panicked look crossed her face as she could only think of one explanation.
In unison, they both said out loud. "Mia!"
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