Chapter 15.

I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. At first, I had little inspiration for this chapter. And then I had a weekend off with the family and well...just took me longer than the normal week.

I am reaching the end of this story. Maybe one more chapter after this one. Although I don't know yet what it will be.

For now, a little warning for some mature content, not too much.

15. Boundaries

Joseph watched his wife as she finally waved away the last member of staff that needed her attention for some reason. He knew that she would not be comfortable showing any level of intimacy with others around. So, he managed to constrain himself from kissing and cuddling her since they left the church. But now they were approaching midnight and they were finally alone.

He was dead tired and at the same time as alert as he could be. Here he was. A married man. Finally, at his age! He walked towards Clarisse and he spread his arms as an invitation for her to step into his embrace. Clarisse smiled and let her head rest on his shoulder so that he could wrap his arms around her.

"Your speech was the best."

She chuckled. "Well, we have to wait for tomorrows newspapers in order to make up that balance."

"Yes, I suppose so." He sighted into her hair. A short silence fell, but then... "Clarisse?"

"Yes, Joseph." She leaned into him, enjoying the comfort.

"What are your ideas about tonight?" He asked with some hesitation.

"Mhh." A soft kiss on his neck. "You don't want to make love?"

"Well, actually I would like to, but I don't want to..."

He was silenced with a kiss and then Clarisse whispered, "I am a little nervous, but I have the feeling that once we start kissing... well, that my nerves will disappear."

Kissed were shared. Loving kisses first, soft and sweet. Getting warmed up, feeling and tasting each other's lips. Slowly the kisses became more demanding, turning to desire.

Joseph saw the sofa in the corner of his eye. They practiced kissing on that very same sofa before, but he did not intend to end on the sofa tonight. So, he steered Clarisse backwards towards the bedroom until he captured her body between the closed door and his own body.

Clarisse felt so strangely content and full of desire at the same time while having Joseph so close to her. Leaning against the door his hands running over her arms, neck and trough her hair. Her own hands slid into his jacked and around his back.

She let her tongue wander over his lips and he returned the deep kiss. Pulling her close and pressing her into the door with his body at the same time. Protecting her from the hard wood by holding his hand between the door and the back of her head. Shots of pleasure running through her lower abdomen.

Soon he moved his free hand lower, from her neck to her collarbone and then to her breasts. A small moan of pleasure escaped her. But right at the point that she felt that her nerves were gone completely Joseph stopped stroking her and moved his hand back to her neck and face.

Stroking her cheek, he said panting, "Before we open this door, we need to talk."

Clarisse thought that she could not keep her frustration at bay. She wanted to make love, give into this man, her man, her husband. And now that she finally dared to give into it, he suggested that they talk! But never the less, she said quietly, "We can talk later, tomorrow, let's enjoy this evening for once, without boundaries."

He smiled upon her, still stroking her face. "But I do want to set boundaries. I want to hear what your boundaries are, and tell you mine so that we don't cross them and make it awkward."

For a moment Clarisse did not know what to say, so Joseph continued.

"For example, I don't like anal sex or anything that has to do with extreme bondage or strangling."

A grasp for air could be heard. "You expect me to enjoy something like that!" Clarisse said looking very surprised. Then continuing, "You are really straightforward are you not?"

Joseph listened to her reply while kissing the favourite spot below her ear. "Just tell me sweetheart. What is your no-go area?"

"I... I don't know really." She stammered, holding back while she felt a little ashamed to talk about intimate subjects and because she was distracted by his kisses.

"Clarisse."

"Nothing special."

"Just tell me. Please. I don't want to hurt you." He kept kissing her neck, her collarbone, drifting towards the swell of her breasts.

When she kept silent Joseph offered. "Shall I tell you how I would like to make love with you?" A full kiss on her mouth. "And you tell me if there is anything that you don't like." He grinned. "Or anything that you do like actually."

She nodded in response and held him close. Joseph started to comment what he would like.

"I want to kiss you as we do now and drag each other into the bedroom." He slowly stroked her breasts trough her dress again, finding one of her nipples that became hard under his touch.

"Undress one another, stroking everywhere, kissing everywhere." Clarisse stopped his story for a while because his words were turning her on so much that she just had to kiss him. But Joseph broke it off and continued talking.

"When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. Kissing, licking, sucking your nipples."

"Don't do that too much."

"Mhh?"

He kept stroking her and it was maddening. She tried to return the favour, but there was just not enough room between their bodies. Her desire was rising with the minute but she managed to say, "Be kind with my... breast... nipples, they are... well... sensitive." A moan again.

His voice got hoarse when he replied, "Noted, I will be careful there."

The only thing that could be heard for a while were the sounds of exchanged kisses and soft moans.

"Joseph? I... can we just stop talking and get to bed? I just want to love you and make love slowly and gentle. I don't care too much about well..."

"About what?" His hand moved towards her lower back and he pulled her against his evidence of desire, which she could now feel against her belly.

"About... who will be on top or anything..." She said quickly. But then continued more slowly and lovingly. "...as long as I can see your face."

Joseph then surprised her by opening the door and leading her inside. Before she really knew it, he started to take her clothes off slowly.