This is a very belated birthday gift for my friend. She asked for sexy times...and well...she got them. There isn't a plot here...anywhere. This is a very, very HIGH M...so heed the rating before going ahead if you don't like that.
Joe rushed into the suite of rooms he shared with his wife, scowling because he was running behind. He and Clarisse had planned an evening of celebration for their anniversary. She hadn't told him what she was planning, but he suspected it was a romantic dinner. He had arranged for dozens of red roses to be placed around their suite – the sitting room and their bedroom.
Looking around as he closed the door, he smiled in satisfaction at the roses that covered every surface of the sitting room. The scent of them finally reached his nose and he took a satisfying breath before moving quickly to the bedroom, hoping that Clarisse had been running as behind as he had been.
The smell of food reached his nose before he entered the bedroom. Walking into the room, he paused to take in the roses, the fire in the hearth, the candles lit about the room, and the table set for two by the French doors.
"Oof," he huffed out as his back met the wall by the ensuite bathroom. His wife's mouth was on his before he could say anything else. Moaning when she nipped at his bottom lip, he reached out to grip her hips as her tongue tangled with his, deepening the kiss.
Clarisse let her hands move from Joe's shoulders to the buttons of his shirt, her nimble fingers quickly had his shirt open. Pausing only to unbutton the cuffs, she pushed the black silk from his shoulders, nipping at his ear lobe before letting him move from the wall just enough so that the shirt could land in a heap behind him. Nuzzling the spot just behind his ear that she knew drove him a little bit crazy, she traced the rim with her tongue before kissing her way down his neck, over his shoulders to his chest, pausing at a flat nipple to gently tease it with her tongue before moving to the other one to repeat the action. Hearing his quick intake of breath, she grinned as she moved further down his chest, her hands once again busy, this time with the belt, button, and zip of his trousers. Pushing them along with his briefs down, she couldn't help but smile when he automatically moved his hips so that she could continue undressing him.
Joe helped Clarisse by toeing off his shoes, chuckling when she grumbled at his socks before she had him completely nude. Watching her, he groaned when her hands slid up his legs as she titled her head back to look up at him. "Clarisse," he breathed when her fingers skimmed lightly up his inner thighs, her mouth pressing feather like kisses in their wake. He knew what she was going to do, knew that he wanted to tell her she didn't have to even though his body was already growing more aroused just at the thought of it.
Standing up, Clarisse pressed a kiss to his lips. "Don't even think of it," she warned before kneeling back down, her gaze locked on his as she traced the length of him with her fingernail. She heard the growl low in his throat and smirked at the way his hands had fisted against the wall.
"Oh god," he moaned as his head hit the wall behind him at the feel of her tongue tracing over him before she took him into her mouth. He had to think of every security code he knew to keep himself from climaxing right then and there. Her mouth was as wicked as she said his was, and he found himself plotting to pay her back as soon as he had his strength back.
Clarisse wrapped her hand around him, using it along with her mouth and tongue to drive her husband crazy. She didn't often get the chance to do this for him, he never expected it of her, but tonight was their anniversary, and she had plans, this being part of them. She'd planned to seduce him over dinner, but he'd been late, and she'd been having a nice daydream of him while she stripping off her clothes to take a shower. Feeling his fingers gently tangle in her hair and lightly knead her scalp, she knew he was doing his best to control himself.
Looking down at his wife was a mistake Joe realized when he only had a moment to warn her before his climax was taking over his body. Words in his native tongue tumbled from his lips as he rode the storm then slumped against the wall, his body trembling, legs barely holding him upright.
Clarisse smiled in satisfaction as she stood up and caressed his chest. "Can you walk?" she whispered. "Join me for a shower?" she asked as she drew a fingernail across his chest before slipping into the ensuite, knowing that he would follow. Turning the water on, she hummed when she managed to get it to just the right temperature to please them both. Hearing him come into the room, she dropped her robe and opened the shower door.
"Have mercy, Mi Amor." Joe breathed as he stood and watched her, watched as the water fell over her body. He stood frozen in his admiration until she held out her hand and said his name in that low, sexy tone that sounded like she was purring. Sweet mercy what this woman could do to him. Taking the few steps necessary to get to the shower, he took her hand and joined her. Running his hands over her water slicked body, his green eyes bore into hers. "Thank you, though I don't think that was quite what you had planned. Our dinner will be cold."
Clarisse smiled then let her eyes close, her head falling back as she let herself enjoy his touch. "You're welcome, my darling, and no, that wasn't what I had planned. It was supposed to be me seducing you over dinner, but then you were late and I was daydreaming…" she didn't finish because a moan slipped out when his fingers gently tweaked a nipple. Finally in control of herself again, she finished what she was trying to tell him. "Our dinner will be fine…if we oooh…mmm…hurry."
Joe took her shower gel and squirted some of it into his hand then lathered it up a bit before moving his hands over her, washing every part of her body. As she let the water from the shower wash away the soap, he took her shampoo and washed her hair then conditioned it before feeling her hands on him, soapy with his shower gel.
Finished with their shower, he stepped out and grabbed her towel. Drying her off, he let her tend to her hair while he dried himself. "You're beautiful," he told her as she combed her hair into place. He loved it when she let it air dry.
Clarisse blushed under his praise. "I'm putting my robe on, no sense dressing again," she told him, giving him a sultry look.
"I had the same thought." Joe told her in the tone of voice he knew always made her knees a bit weak.
Clarisse tied the sash of her robe then smiled and took the hand Joe held out. "Dinner is waiting."
CnJ
"Dinner was very, very enjoyable." Joe whispered as he stood and held out his hand for his wife. "I think, though, that it's time for dessert."
"Dessert?" Clarisse asked, the look in his eyes telling her the answer before he said the words.
"Yes, My Queen. Dessert," he answered as he led her to their bed, pausing to pull at the sash of her robe. Pushing the satin from her shoulders, he smiled at her. Tracing his fingers lightly over her shoulders, down her arms, he continued the journey until his hands came to rest on her hips. "You, Mi Amor. You."
Clarisse nearly whimpered when he drew her body close and took her mouth in a hot, slow, deep kiss. When the need for air forced them to break from the kiss, she stood trying to get her rapidly beating heart under control, her eyes watching Joe as he turned down the bed and arranged pillows in a way that made her frown in confusion.
Joe just smiled as he helped her settle against the pillows. She was propped up enough that he knew she could see what he was doing and felt her eyes watching him as he moved the small ottoman over to the bed. He could see recognition dawn on her as her eyes widened and looked up at him.
"Joseph," she breathed.
"Dessert," he reminded her.
Clarisse moaned, unable to take her eyes off him. Humming when he lifted her hands and pressed a kisses to her fingers, she shivered in delight when his kisses and hands moved up her arms over her shoulders then down to caress the curve of her breasts. She arched up a bit when his hands kneaded the heavy flesh then tweaked the taut nipples, his mouth suckling then nipping, his tongue soothing before moving further down her body. His hands rested on her hips as his tongue traced around her navel causing her to tremble.
Sitting on the pillow topped ottoman, Joe couldn't help but smile smugly at the deep moan that escaped his wife when he caressed his hands along her calves to her inner thighs, his touch light as a feather. His mouth followed the same path, avoiding where she wanted him to touch her the most, making her whimper. He couldn't help but smirk when he did it again and that low keening sound, that always spiked his arousal up a notch, sounded in her throat. He'd told her the first time he heard it how much he loved to hear her making that noise and she'd denied that she keened. She still denied it even though another pass of his mouth close to her center, but still not touching, had her doing it again. Parting her with the fingers of one hand, he leaned forward and blew warm breath over her causing her to shiver then squirm.
Clarisse felt like she was going crazy and drowning all at once. Her husband was far too good at what he was doing. He always managed to build her up to the point of screaming by the time she climaxed and she knew that tonight was going to be no exception. "Oh god, Joseph!" she cried out at the feel of his mouth finally covering her, his tongue tracing over the sensitive flesh that had been begging for his touch.
Joe used his shoulders against her thighs to keep her from crushing his head between her legs as he slid first one finger then another inside her. Moving them in combination with his tongue circling around her clit and then flicking against it, he couldn't help the smug grin that turned up the corners of his mouth at the sounds his wife was making. He loved her sounds, the keening most of all, and he knew that she was growing closer to her orgasm because the volume of her noises was getting louder. She was going to scream…and he was going to love every minute of it. He'd never been more glad for the sound proofing this room had than he was when they were like this because it gave her the freedom to just let herself go. Curling his fingers in just the right position, he found the spot inside her that he knew would set her off.
"Joseph!" Clarisse screamed his name as her back arched up off the bed, her orgasm taking over her senses as it burned through her veins like heat and ice all at once.
Joe settled beside Clarisse, his hand gently caressing her arm then across her collar bone and back again before brushing her hair from her forehead. When her eyes fluttered open, he smiled. "Hello."
Clarisse hummed and reached up to cup his cheek. "You made me scream."
Joe laughed and gave her a smug look. "Why shouldn't a man make his wife scream his name on their anniversary?"
Clarisse chuckled. "You're very smug, Darling."
He gave her a heated look as he leaned down and whispered, "I'm much more than that."
Clarisse sucked in a breath then sat up and pushed him back until he was reclining against the pillows. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she placed a knee on either side of him and settled across his thighs. Looking down, she hummed then looked back up. "I can see that," she breathed. Moving closer, she held his gaze as she lowered herself over him.
Joe rested his hands on her hips, growling low when her eyes closed and her head fell back as she settled completely against him with a low hum. She moved over him in an up and down, back and forth, motion that made him moan and grit his teeth to keep control. Letting his hands skim along her thighs, he moved them up to cup her breasts, gently kneading before leaning forward and taking a taut peak into his mouth.
"Mmm." Clarisse hummed as she arched her back to push herself closer to him, her hands cupping his head to hold him to her. "Yes, Joseph," she breathed as she continued moving over him, her rhythm only faltering slightly when he gently nipped at the sensitive flesh in his mouth. When he released her, she looked down at him, her eyes telling him what she wanted.
Joe's hands squeezed her hips to keep their bodies joined as he rolled them until she was beneath him. Staring down into the blue of her eyes, a blue as deep as the ocean, he moaned when her legs wrapped around him. Sliding his hands from her hips up over her torso, he paused to knead her breasts before moving up her arms, his hands grasping hers.
Clarisse gasped when Joe lifted first one hand then the other to his mouth, pressing kisses to her palms then flicking his tongue out against the pulse pounding in her wrists. Whimpering when he moved against her, she tightened her hold on his hands, her fingernails making crescents in his skin. "More, Joseph. I need more," she breathed.
Resting on his forearms, he pressed her hands against the pillow beside her head, his body giving into her demands. Gritting his teeth to retain his control when her inner muscles clenched around him, he nearly lost the steady rhythm he'd set when he heard the keening begin low in her throat. He'd made her make this sound once tonight, and doing so again made him grin smugly down at her when she blinked up at him. Lowering his head down to hers, he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, drawing more of the keening sound from her as his body started to lose its rhythm.
"Please, Joseph…please." Clarisse keened, her body arching up into his. He released her hands and she wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails digging into the skin of his back. Vaguely in the back of her mind, she thought about how she would leave marks, but the thought quickly fled when Joseph gave into her pleas.
Joseph lost his control when Clarisse keened out a plea and pressed her body into his. Thrusting wildly against her, he knew he was close and slid a hand down between them, touching her where they were joined, making her cry out as she came undone, her scream filling their room. Burying his face in her neck, he gave into his own climax.
Hours, days, moments? Clarisse had no idea how long it had been since Joseph had collapsed against her, one last orgasm rolling over her with the movement, causing her to whimper. Caressing over his head, she smiled when he grunted something she couldn't quite understand. Taking deep breaths to calm her beating heart, she moaned when he rolled to the side and drew her over onto his chest so that her body was stretched out along his. Resting her head over his heart, she caressed his shoulder. "Mmm," she hummed when his hand caressed along her spine over the curve of her buttocks before coming back to rest on the small of her back.
"Thank you, my darling."
"For, My Queen?"
"For letting me…well…" she shrugged and made a fluttering motion to the wall.
Gently pulling her up, he cupped the back of her head to pull her mouth down to his for a deep, ardent, kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, he held her gaze. "No thanks are necessary for that, Clarisse. I enjoy that as much as you do when I take you against the wall. I have a surprise for you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. We're going to take a much needed break at your parents' estate. Just you and I for a week. We'll leave in the morning."
Smiling, she kissed him. "No wonder Mia was giving me looks this afternoon."
Joe laughed. "At least she didn't make comments like she normally would have."
Settling herself at his side, Clarisse chuckled. "She'll just make them when we return."
"You know our granddaughter well." Kissing her head, he gently squeezed the hand resting on his chest. "Bath?"
"With you?"
"Of course."
"Oh yes," she breathed.
Joseph rolled out of the bed to make his way to the bathroom but paused and looked back at his wife. "White satin sheets, Mi Amor? Another song?" he asked, remembering their wedding night and the song that had popped into their heads.
Clarisse frowned a moment then laughed when she remembered their wedding night. "Nights In White Satin? I hope that's not what the maids were thinking when they put these on the bed this morning."
Joe laughed, "I suppose we'll never know the answer to that."
"I don't know that I want to." Clarisse frowned as her cheeks heated.
Shaking his head, Joe continued on to the bathroom. "They know we make love, Mi Amor."
"I know they do, but…"
"But you don't like to think about that," he finished for her.
"No, I don't," she sighed then moved from the bed and stretched as she stared down at the mussed white satin sheets.
Nights in white satin indeed.