A/N: More loving. Remember it's M rated.
A soft wind blew across the foggy grounds as the moon muted its light behind a fluffy grey cloud. The rustle of leaves and plants mixed with the sounds of the water's surf in the distance, but all of this was only a background symphony to the lovers as they touched, kissed and caressed each other, making their own music.
Clarisse shivered as the negligee she'd been wearing, pooled at her feet, leaving her nude under the tiny, twinkling stars above. Her eyes never left Joe's face as she watched the feelings, emotions, and desire, light fire in the green orbs of his soul, and cause his mouth to open slightly as his breathing became shallow.
It had been so long since they had made love, that part of her was growing impatient with his just standing there letting his eyes roam over her. But another part, the part of her that was the woman who had desperately longed for love all of her life, loved that he was caressing her body with his eyes and became increasingly aroused with each desire filled sweep they made over her. Her skin burned as though he were touching her with hands of fire, her blood seared through her veins as though it had been infused with a chemical enhancer, and all from just the caress of his eyes.
Joe heard her breathy sigh, the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. His eyes saw the faint sprinkling of freckles that kissed the valley between her breasts as the moon cast an eerie shadow about her pale, lustrous skin. In this light, his goddess seemed as if she had left the earthly plane he stood on, ascending back to her heavenly plane of existence, the home she had left to be his soul's mate. Finally having his fill of just taking her beauty in, he quickly removed his own clothing then moved to stand behind her. Standing only close enough for his body to brush against hers, his hands began to follow the same paths his eyes had, caressing over her silken skin, gritting his teeth for control as another whimper slipped from her lips.
How could he do this? How was his control still so complete? How long was her husband going to subject her to this beautifully painful torture? She had longed for his touch, but now that she had it, it wasn't enough. She wanted all of him, not just his hands. She longed to feel the course hairs of his chest brushing against the taut flesh of her nipples, longed to feel the chaffing of her thighs caused by his beard as his lips nipped and caressed the sensitive flesh. She craved the feel of his hand touching the sensitive, swollen folds of her wet center bringing her to the peek only to slowly bring her down to replace his fingers with his mouth, bringing her to a screaming climax. Clarisse shifted against him, trying to gain closer contact, but he backed up. Biting her lip, a moan escaped as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
This felt so right, so soft, so hot, so perfect. Her body was the most sensuous form he'd ever seen, driving him insane with want and need. Letting his hands caress over her, he knew he was driving her crazy by not letting her have closer contact with his body. In truth, it was becoming more than the control he had a very tenuous grasp on. Deciding that he'd driven her high enough, he stepped closer and gently parted her thighs with his knee.
Whispering tender nothings of love, desire, and devotion in his native tongue, he wrapped an arm around her body, under her breasts, then slid the other hand slowly down over her stomach to the soft fleshy folds waiting and wet with anticipation. As he lightly traced over her center, Joe cupped her breast in his hand. This was, this was…he couldn't think of the word to describe what he was feeling. Kissing her forehead when her head bumped against his shoulder, he heard her moan and watched as her she bit her lip to mute the scream his hand's ministrations ripped from deep inside her.
Clarisse moved her arms behind her to wrap them around Joe's waist. She felt her knees buckle and tightened her hold on him, but there was no need because his gentle strength held her upright. As her body slowly recovered from the high he'd driven her to, she turned her head to look at him. Smiling, she wiggled her derrière against the hardness that had steadily grew as Joe had brought her to her climax. Looking at him with an arched eyebrow when he glared at her adoringly, she turned in his arms and captured his lips with hers.
Feeling his arms wrap possessively around her, pressing her body into his, she deepened the kiss, showing her lover just exactly what she wanted, what her body desired. Carefully, tenderly, she felt her body being lowered to the soft pallet beneath their feet. Opening her eyes, she stared dreamily up into the eyes of the man that made her feel as no other had ever been able. Caressing his cheek, she held his gaze as Joe slowly joined their bodies.
Joe held the blue gaze of his wife as he pushed forward, slipping between the wet folds and into the warm, welcoming depths of her body. He tightened at the sound of her breath hitching and the feel of her inner muscles tensing around him. When he felt her legs lifting and wrapping around him, he was lost. Wrapping his arms tightly about her, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against hers. With each thrust of his hips, she whispered his name and begged for more, begged for him to drive deeper and deeper.
Under tiny, twinkling stars with the sound of rustling leaves and water's surf, the lovers demanded and took. Craved and relinquished. Gave and shattered in simultaneous climaxes that shook their bodies to the core, only the arms of each other holding them to the earth as the ecstasy of fulfillment blanketed them in its contentment.
Sighs, whispers, small giggles, all now joined the night's nature symphony while two hearts communed as bodies slowly regained their desire for passion and that ultimate experience of being joined and becoming one being, one heart, one soul, of being completely and finally whole.