WARNING: This chapter pushes the original T rating so for that reason this chapter is rated M but it is rather mild compared to some of the M rated stuff I have written. I hope you all enjoy it.

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So previously on First Times...

Clarisse's decision was easy. She'd loved Joseph from the moment she first laid eyes on him. Although in the beginning it was a different love than what she felt now. Slipping into the passage, she followed the petals through each turn. Her heart rate increased tenfold by the time she reached his door. With a shaky hand, she opened the door and slipped into his room—a room filled with candles and roses. This was going to be the Valentine's Day to remember...

The floor of the passage was covered with rose petals; their sweet aroma filling the air. Clarisse's body filled with anticipation and she fought the desire to hasten her steps to Joseph's room. With every step, her love and need grew for the man who now held her heart.

Clarisse's whole body started to tremble as she slipped through the door. She had longed for and dreamed of this meeting since she and Joseph first danced the 'Wango' as Mia had coined it. No sooner was she in the room when he appeared from the bedroom doorway. Her breath caught in her throat. I'm doing this…WE are really going to take this step.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Clarisse." His husky voice broke her from her thoughts.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I brought the wine as instructed." She held the bottle up with a shaky hand "Thank you for all the lovely gifts, I will cherish each one and never forget this day." Clarisse had been waiting for this moment but now that it was there, she wasn't as prepared as she once thought.

Joseph took a step towards her. Clarisse moved in counterpoint, taking a step backwards. The solid door stopped her movement, her limbs frozen as her heart pounded wildly in her chest-the only part of her that seemed to remember how to move. Closing her eyes she felt the gentle warmth of his hand cupping her cheek. With measured slowness, she opened her eyes to see the emotions she knew to be shining in her eyes reflected back in his: nervousness surrounded by love.

"I was hoping you would choose this door." His voice, smooth as warm brandy, caused heat to spread through her body, settling low in her abdomen. For several long moments, Joseph's gaze searched her face—perhaps looking for reassurance or confirmation of the next steps to be taken. She couldn't be certain. His body was pressed so close to hers, she knew he could hear—maybe even feel-her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Once his eyes finally locked with hers, a bolt of pleasure shot through he had physically touched her. Desire. He loved her and, though he was as nervous as she, he desired her. She could see it in those beautiful blue orbs now almost black with his need for her.

Joseph leaned in, his voice a mere whisper as his warm breath tickled her ear heightening her nervousness. She couldn't breathe—her entire focus on the heat radiating from their bodies "It's okay to be nervous, Clarisse. I confess I'm a little nervous as well. But, I love you and promise we will take this slow."

Joseph lifted her in his arms carrying her through the doorway and into his bedroom. The room was illuminated only by candles placed strategically on various surfaces. The air was filled with a scent that was purely Joseph as her body slid against his, as he lowered her legs to stand.

A single fingertip traced the length of her neck, creating a trail of fire on her skin. Moving lower the fingers continued fueling the flames as they slowly undid each button on her blouse. Her knees weakened with each inch of skin revealed to his gaze until the blouse covered a spot on his floor, rather than her body, followed by her skirt.

Stepping back Joseph admired the beauty of the woman standing in front of him, covered only by the sheer lace of her bra and panties. Elegant and the picture of perfection: Her blonde hair gleamed as the candle light flickered, shoulders squared, regal even and her chest rose and fell with each breath, every intake causing the swells to strain against the fabric keeping them from his view.

Reaching out Joseph started his caress from her shoulder, across the swells of her breast stopping only long enough to roll a taut nipple between his fingers. He loved watching her face react to the bold touch and lingered there for a moment longer before continuing the journey down her side to finally come to rest on her hip.

Wanting to return the favor, Clarisse grasped his hand and pulled his body against hers. Slowly she slid her hand up his strong arm and across his chest, her fingers working to slip each button from its hole, revealing a salt and pepper covered chest to her for the first time.

The thought of Clarisse removing the rest of his clothes sent another jolt of arousal through his body. His need for her was so strong, he wasn't sure he could control himself if her hands were to perform such a task. As such, Joseph made quick work of his own trousers and boxers in one swift motion.

His lips, demanding yet soft, slowly made their way up the column of her neck, across her jaw capturing her lips with an intensity she'd never known before. His fingers stroked delicately over her straining peaks robbing her of every coherent. She could no longer stand. Pulling him with her, they tumbled onto the silk covered bed.

Remembering his promise to take things slow, Joseph found her lips once more kissing slowly with patience and thoroughness. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, licking and caressing with his tongue until she whimpered in pleasure.

Their need for air forced them to break the kiss. Resting his head against hers, her blue eyes opened, piercing into his soul. "Make love to me, Joseph." The request was simple and left no room for misunderstanding.

His hand slid lower to gently remove her panties which joined the pile of clothes in the floor followed shortly by her bra. Joseph silently cursed the dimness the candles provided; he wanted to see her- all of her.

Joseph leaned down suckling her breast gently as his hand explored the soft roundness of her stomach, moving slowly down her body he paused for a brief moment when his hand reached her soft curls, needing to make sure she was prepared to take this journey with him. In an effort to answer his unasked question, Clarisse now more confident, took his hand in hers, moving their joined hands to the place she needed his touch the most.

Feeling her wet, silken heat as their joined hands explored the opening to her inner sanctum, Joseph whispered against her ear "I need you, Clarisse." Sending a flutter of excitement and warmth through her body.

At his words, she parted her thighs making room for him. Joseph settled above her, resting on his arms as they slowly began to move together. The velvety head of his arousal teased as he moved himself through her curls, readying himself for the moment.

Pressing against her gently, he sank into her warmth-slow and deep-until she was able to hold him…all of him. Unable to resist her swollen lips any longer he captured them with his as he rocked slowly in and out of her body, his thumb working in rhythm with his movement ensuring the utmost pleasure.

Clarisse felt each long stroke of his body inside of hers, building the pressure to an unbearable level. "Don't stop, Joseph."

He heard her plea, more of a moan as she broke from their kiss. His name had never sounded so good as it did rolling from her lips as she neared climax. Wanting to hear more of her cries of pleasure, he repositioned his hands on either side of her head, lifting his body slightly to allow for an increase in speed.

A few purposeful strokes later, Joseph pushed them both over the edge—her cries sweet music to his ears. Clarisse's body convulsed around his, craving and demanding everything he had to offer.

Exhausted, Joseph collapsed on her smaller frame. His breath leaving his lungs in heavy bursts as he fought to calm his racing heart as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He smiled against her shoulder…being with Clarisse had been everything he expected and more.

Reality soon set in and he realized he was probably crushing her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he grabbed her thigh rolling, pulling her on top of him. Clarisse brought the top sheet with them, wrapping their bodies in a silk cocoon.

"Joseph," she whispered against his chest as she listened to his steadily beating heart, nearly lulling her to sleep.

"Hmm..."

"Thank you for the best Valentine's Day I've ever had. I love you."

"I should be the one thanking you. Being with you was more than I could have ever imagined. I will always love you. Happy Valentine's Day, Clarisse."

THE END!