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Joseph thought he had died and gone to heaven. When he had suggested earlier that day after she had straddled his lap on the bed, that she could do it again tonight and be charge, if she felt comfortable enough, he never thought it would happen, going from her reaction. Well not yet at least. But here they were. She was on top leading them both, quite quickly, into heavenly climax. And outside in the middle of her rose garden too.
He was leant back against the stone bench that they were sitting on earlier, his legs sprawled out on the blanket in front of him. His hands were on her thighs, those gorgeous thighs that he had very quickly fallen in love with after she had wrapped them so perfectly around his waist last night, and her hands were on his bare chest. She had undone his shirt buttons when she had first lowered herself on him, mumbling something about needing to feel him. He wished he had paid more attention to what she had said, but his mind had gone into overdrive. He still couldn't get over that she was on top, let alone the fact that they were actually making love outside.
What had happened to her, she had never been so daring before, so carefree. To even tell him that she had always wanted to make love outside was daring enough, but to actually be doing it now. But she had wanted him, and she didn't care where they were. Not after how he spoke her name the way he did. She didn't care that the skirt of her dress was bunched up around her waist. Or that they could get caught at any moment. She just didn't care.
When he first suggested about this to her earlier she really wasn't keen on the idea. Being on top as they made love after years of being the one underneath. But his comment had planted a seed in her mind and now she wanted to see how he felt beneath her. She wanted to be in charge, like the powerful woman she was, as they made love. Having never had the chance to do so before. She just never realised how pleasurable it would be this way, being in control and having all of him inside her.
Feeling her getting close, Joseph lifted his hands from her thighs and up to the sides of her neck, his thumbs resting against her jaw, when his gaze caught hers. "I'm nearly... oh ooh god," she moaned breathlessly and closed her eyes. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as she continued rocking her hips back and forth. Quicker and quicker with each passing second. The rapid movements causing the blanket that they had so far managed to keep wrapped around her shoulders fell down behind her, pooling into a heap in Joseph's lap and covering her bottom and thighs.
"Keep going," he whispered seductively, feeling himself getting closer and closer to. His heart pounding in his chest, he reached up to kiss her jaw, neck and shoulder, the kiss lingering there a moment before he lifted his head to study her beautiful face, and knowing how close she was getting, how close they were both getting, he pressed his lips to hers. Trying his best to suppress their moans of pleasure as they both came together.
After their climax had passed, and they had both calmed somewhat, Joseph broke the kiss and leaving one hand on the side of her neck, he lowered his other hand back down onto her thigh while trailing soft light kisses down her jaw and into the crook of her neck as Clarisse put a hand up onto his wrist and arched her back. "Mmm," she moaned, her breathing laboured.
"That was amazing," he whispered against her neck before lifting his head to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, but she had the most satisfied smile he'd ever seen on her face and he couldn't help but laugh.
Standing by the table a short time later, Joseph straightened out his boxers and trousers and tucked his shirt back into them before fastening the button and doing up the zipper. His eyes were on Clarisse the whole time sitting sideways on the floor with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her knees bent and legs to one side while leaning a little to the other side against the stone bench. She looked so gorgeous basking in the aftermath of their spontaneous round of lovemaking. "Are you okay?" He asked, watching as she turned her head to look up at him and smiled.
"Absolutely," she nodded and looked back across the pavilion with a laugh. "I just can't get my head around what just happened."
"Me neither," he replied with a smile and picked up their glasses of champagne from the table before walking over to her. "I'm still shocked at our behaviour."
"Me too," Clarisse said, looking up at him now standing over her and reached a hand up to take her glass from him before watching as he very carefully sat back down on the floor next to her and lean back against the stone bench while stretching his legs out in front of himself, crossing them at the ankle. "Especially at our age."
"Love knows no bounds, as they say," Joseph said and took a sip of his champagne while putting his free hand on her knee.
"Touché," Clarisse nodded slowly and took a sip of her champagne. "Still my legs, hips and quite possibly my back will tell me otherwise come morning."
"Well," he began while turning his head to look at her, "I can always give you a massage if they do," he smiled.
"That sounds wonderful," Clarisse said as she looked away, smiling and nodding a moment at the thought of his hands working their magic on her body before looking back up at him. "We will have to be more careful next time. Maybe keep it too much softer surfaces, like in the suite. Or even our bed."
"But where's the fun in that?" He asked and they both laughed as he leant to the side, giving her a quick kiss before sitting back up straight. "So tell me, what do you think about our very first date?"
"I loved it, it was very romantic," Clarisse smiled, "although I am very shocked at myself."
"Why?" Joseph asked as she moved a leg and laid it across his lap, his hand instinctively going to rest on her thigh.
"Well, I just never thought that I'd be the type of person that would sleep with someone on the first date," she said and they both laughed.
"Nor I," Joseph laughed, "but my god it was amazing."
"It was," Clarisse smiled and leant in closer, "and I can't wait for our next date."
"Oh, so I get a second date then?" He teased and she playfully slapped his chest.
"Yes you most definitely do," she said, averting her gaze down to his lips, "now shut up and kiss me."
"With pleasure," he smiled and tilted his head as he leant to the side and kissed her, letting it linger a moment before smiling against her lips.
"You do realise however," she said a moment later as she sat back and looked into his eyes, "you'll need to top this one."
"I'm sure I can arrange that," he smiled, caressing her thigh with the tips of his fingers as he thought a moment. "I might whisk you of to London, Paris or even Rome for our next date."
"I was joking, a simple dinner or snuggle in front of the fire would be fine, as long as we are together, that's all that matters," Clarisse smiled.
"I know," he nodded, "but I think it's important that we have us time and a date at least once a week, or every two weeks, depending on what we got going on."
"I agree," Clarisse nodded and took her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched her husband take a sip of his champagne. "I do quite like the sound of being whisked off to Rome though, I love Rome."
"I do too, more so now that I get to experience our next visit with you as my wife and not as my Queen," he smiled at her before looking at his glass as he placed it down on the pavilion floor. "You're not getting cold are you?"
"No," Clarisse replied with a shake of her head, watching as he slowly smoothed his hand down the length of her leg to her foot. "Are you?"
"Oh no, I'm fine," he said, his hand coming to rest on the top of her foot, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Turning his head to look at her, he half smiled. "Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, and watched as he looked down at his hand resting on the top of her foot.
"Are you sure?" He asked and looked back up at her with a mischievous smirk. "You're not ticklish on your feet, are you?"
Seeing the naughtiness in his eyes, she shook her head and reached her hand out onto his arm. "Don't you dare," she exclaimed and gasped as he moved his hand around to the bottom of her foot. "Joseph, seriously," she said quickly placing her glass down on the floor beside her and started laughing as he playfully tickled her foot.
It was true what she had said earlier, he, like so many others, knew so much about her, but only a few select people knew more than others. But he, having been a close part of her life for the last few years knew much much more than anyone else. Or so he thought. Tonight proved otherwise. He was starting to learn the more private, intimate things about her now that they were married and although he didn't think it was possible to do so, he had fallen more in love with her because of it.
Laughing, Joseph watched as she lie back on the blanket and covered her face in her hands as she laughed. That proper belly laugh he loved so much. Oh god how he loved her. Loved absolutely everything about her. He loved her gorgeous smile and sparkling blue eyes. Loved her patience, and how she had always cared about him. Even before she had fallen in love with him. Loved when he would catch her watching him, and the smile she would give him when she realised she had been caught. He loved her kisses, and how she would frame his face in her hands. To name just a few of the things he loved about her.
"Oh my god," Clarisse laughed, trying to move her foot away from him, "please stop!"
"Okay, seeing as you said please," he laughed and lifted his hand from her foot, "I'll stop."
Brushing her tears of laughter from her cheeks, she felt him finally place his hand on her ankle. "Thank you," she smiled with relief and tried to catch a breath, trying desperately to compose herself as she placed her hands on her stomach.
"I love when you laugh," Joseph smiled and reached his hand out for her to take, "it's my favourite sound," he said, pulling her back up into a sitting position. "It's so delicious."
"Thank you," she said genuinely and leant closer to kiss him while placing a hand on his chest. She'd never felt happiness like this before. She'd never been so content, so satisfied, especially after making love, in her whole life as she did right at this very moment. And she loved that she could just be her proper self with him. No fake image, no fake smiles. Just her true self at last.