forever starts tonight :: Joseph&Mariane
JosephĀ walked around the castle, watching the servants flit about in preparation for the ball tomorrow night. The arrangements that could be made right now were being perfected, and he chuckled at hoe extravagant his parents always made these affairs. Walking into the ballroom, he spotted Mariane helping set up the table towards the end for the food and he smiles, walking towards her. The band his mother had ordered were rehearsing and he used that as an excuse when he walked over, his hands resting low on her waist from behind as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Dance with me," he whispers before stepping back before someone could notice and giving her a smile.
Mariane: Tomorrow night would be the first ball Mariane would attend - the princess seemed to have so much dependency on her that she needed her on the marble floors during the party, and it unnerved her but excited her - More so because she would finally like decently close to a royal for Joseph. Mariane smiled to herself at the thought of him. She was aware he's been courting her from the very first day, and she hadn't once stopped him. She couldn't. What she felt for him was not possibly easily over come. She smoothed the silken sheets over the table before she felt his hands rest low on her waist - and Mariane drew in a shaky breath through her lips as she closed her eyes when his lips brushed against her ear. Her whole body seemed to o off in flames at the less than innocent gesture, and she turned back to him, a smile threatening to take over her face before she glanced around and curtsied, "It..It would be my pleasure, your majesty." She answered, and she flashed him that secret smile they always shared - that no one would understand but them as she awaited him to go forth with his dance proposal.
JosephĀ grinned when she responded with their secret smile and a curtsey. He thinks that the way his heart swells at the sight is what love is, because he's surely never felt this kind of love for his own wife or any other maiden he's been with after. Mariane was different in so many ways and he found himself often wishing that he'd known her sooner because he didn't know how he lived without this feeling before. He looks around, biting his lip before holding his hand out for her to take. "Come on," he murmurs, gesturing towards a more private area where they wouldn't be observed but would still be able to hear the music.
Mariane: Mariane saw the joyous grin on his face - and she almost fell into his arms. He always deserved happiness and it gave her more than simple pleasure that she was the one making him happy. Mariane contained her laugh, and then reached for his hand and nodded once, "Let's dance, your majesty." She whispered as she grasped his hand gently but never wanting to let him go, biting onto her lower lip.
JosephĀ leads her towards the hallway to an adjacent room that was considered a guest room. He turned and pulled her in close, his hand still holding hers and his free hand coming around to the small of her back to keep her body as close as possible. "I've been waiting all day to get a moment alone with you," he says, voice soft in a way he only used with her. He slowly began to dance, guiding her around the room effortlessly and silently thanking his mother for enforcing her view of 'a proper prince knows how to dance with his bride'.
Mariane: Mariane smiled when he turned to her once they were in the guest room, and her hand went to his shoulder as he pulled her closer - no dress skirts to keep their bodies apart. She felt her cheeks redden when he spoke to her - the way he spoke to her, it did things to her she never knew she would experience. She looked up at him, her hazel hues meeting his gentle brown hues as they danced. She wasn't that good of dancer, but she led him lead her and it was perfect. "I have to say the same." She whispered, and she let out a soft, content sigh leave her lips before she bit onto her lower lip - of course she was nervous they would get caught but she was with him now. That was all that mattered.
JosephĀ gives her a small smile, eyes soft and adoring as he looked at her. He had no worry of being caught, since he already knew that he was going to ask Mariane to be his official mistress. He'd have preferred for her to be his wife, but seeing as 'lack of love' was no excuse to annul a marriage, he'd have to settle and he hoped she would too. He would have Mariane in any way he could if it meant that he got to openly show affection to this beautiful, perfect angel. "I would hope so, my love," he whispers before turning her so her back was to his chest and leaning down to drop a kiss to the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
Mariane: Mariane just watched the way he looked at her - the way it made her feel. It was just so perfect in every way - if only they could happen instead of the secrecy that has been their only friend. She let out a soft gasp when he pressed her back to his chest, and she closed her eyes when his lips touched her skin, and she almost melted into his arms, "Joseph.." She sighed as she turned her face to nuzzle against the underside of his jaw, pressing a soft kiss there, her hands resting over his arms that wrapped around her petite waist.
JosephĀ smiles against her skin when he felt her nuzzle the underside of his jaw, her soft lips pressing against it as she rested her arms over his. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips," he tells her quietly, pressing a few more kisses along the column of her neck before turning her and pressing his lips to her forehead gently, both his hands on her hips now. "Say it again," he murmurs, his hands sliding up her sides as he trails soft and loving kisses down between her brows and the slope of her nose.
Mariane: Mariane felt the shivers run along her skin and fire where his lips pressed against her skin. She hummed softly as a smile graced her lips when he whispered that he loved the way she said his name. She willingly turned and opened her eyes, blinking slowly as his lips moved over her nose, and she giggled softly, her heart beating faster as his hands moved up her sides, "Joseph.." She repeated breathlessly, closing her eyes and smiling broadly. He'd never kissed her before...this could be it. Mariane held breath and bit her lip anxiously.
JosephĀ smiles into the next kiss that he presses against her cheek, lingering there a moment. "Again," he teases before kissing the corner of her mouth and moving to her other cheek, resting his forehead against her own when he heard his name again. "One more," he says with a soft laugh, smiling as he heard it again and leaning down, his lips barely brushing hers before he could hear the door begin to open and he feels Mariane pull back. He simply rolls his eyes as he turns to see Emilia and regains his composure, giving his wife a smile. "I was just helping Mariane look for something my mother wanted," he states even as Emilia glares at him. "Your father wants us in the ballroom. Mariane, go make yourself useful in the kitchen," she snaps, turning and nearly stomping away.
Mariane: Mariane smiled as his lips pressed to her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, then her other cheek - all the while she whispered his name for him. However, just as his lips brush hers - the door opened, and Mariane quickly jolted away from Joseph, her eyes drifting to the door and her heart sinking when she saw Emilia. After she stopped away, Mariane looked up at Joseph apologetically and frowned, before she hurried out of the room -- Mariane was strictly ordered not to leave the princess' side during the ball at all times unless the princess asked for something to be done. She stood there, eyes trained to the ground, ocassionally daring to look up, her eyes searching for Joseph before she looked down again at her dress - the beautiful lavish yet simple dress the princess told her to wear to make her look good. "My lady," She heard someone speak and turned to dark man who had bowed in front of her, "Will you allow me his dance? I can't help but notice your beauty and...I would like to show it off along with the rhythms of my country's music. Mariane was surprised, that's for sure, her eyes drifting to princess who nodded once with a smirk on her, and as she took the man's hand and walked towards the dance floor, her eyes searched the crowd for Joseph.
JosephĀ rested against the pillar, a cup of wine in his hand. He was bored out of his mind, not having been able to speak to Mariane at all since it seemed Emilia had her stuck to her side. He sighed, shaking his head as he drank the whole cup before setting it aside and walking over towards Emilia, deciding any closeness to Mariane was better than this. As he made his way over, though, one of their guests approached Mariane and he frowned as he took her out to dance, coming to a stop beside a smug Emilia. He caught Mariane's eye, seeing her reluctance and he had to fight not to glare at his wife, knowing full well what she was doing.
Mariane: Mariane finally saw the irritation in Joseph's eyes and felt her heart sink deep within her chest - how could she have declined a noble asking her, a maiden, to dance when she'd gotten her lady's permission? She looked up at the noble, Thomas, he'd said his name was, before the music started. His hands ran along her shoulders before in a sudden movement he pulled her close and dipped her, then held her hands, and lifted her into a twirl, before he pulled her back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her, his hands splaying over her abdomen - and she quickly held them and pulled them off her body, before he dipped her back, his knee coming between her legs then he let her stand up right again. What kind of dance was this? Mariane's face was flushed a deep crimson, and she shivered, not in pleasure, but in discomfort when his hand ran along her spine, before he had picked her up again, spun her twice, then dipped her to end the dance - one hand gripping her thigh over the skirts of her dress whilst the other held the back of her neck, and her eyes flickered up to his face in shock as the music ended, before the crowd had erupted in an amused applause.
JosephĀ watched her dance with him, growing more and more angered by the minute and knowing Emilia could tell. "It's rather inappropriate for a noble to dance with your hand maiden is it not? There are plenty of titled women at this event," he says, almost through clenched teeth as he watched the man's hands touch parts of Mariane that he wanted no one's hands touching but his own. She looked shocked and uncomfortable, at least, though he wished to spare her those emotions. "She caught his eyes," Emilia shrugs, picking up a glass of wine. "He's the bastard son of the king of Portugal. Marrying a maiden is probably the best he can do," she says and Joseph can feel his anger boiling as the dance ended and Mariane made her way back over.
Mariane: Finally he'd let her stand upright, and she quickly - maybe even too quickly - pulled away from him, putting at least three steps between them, before she curtsied and thanked him for the dance, and moved back towards the princess, her face flushed. "Mariane," She princess started as she turned to her, "Why don't you fill up this glass for me?" And she more than intentionally bumped her arm into Mariane's hand, letting the glass topple to floor, breaking into pieces as the wine stained the carpet, and the princess turned to her with an angered expression on her, "What is this carelessness, Mariane! You must clean this mess you've made at once." The princess glared at her, and Mariane gulped, her face losing her color as her eyes welled up with hot tears of humiliation aside from the recent violation she'd felt, and she looked at the ground, "Yes, my lady." She whispered, her voice shaking as she went to collect her skirt to kneel down and gather the broken glass.
JosephĀ watched Mariane come towards them, a flush to her cheeks that made him want to soothe her nerves. He frowned when Emilia turned to Mariane once she'd reached them, purposely dropping her glass and scolding Mariane in front of all these people. He could see the way it hurt Mariane, knowing she was humiliated and it angered him more than when she was dancing with the guest. He glared at Emilia, pointedly shouldering past her and reaching for Mariane's arm. "I need to speak with you," he says, and he figures it's not uncommon to see a servant be taken away. With how angered he looked, the guests probably thought Mariane was going to be punished as he pulled her out towards the empty hallway. He could see the tear tracks on her cheeks and he lifted his hands to cup them gently, tilting her head up and leaning down, pressing his mouth to hers.
Mariane: Mariane looked up when Joseph had grabbed her arm, and her eyes flickered across his face before she looked at Emilia's angered one, then back to Joseph's - then her eyes flickered to the ground as she followed him. She almost started speaking once they were alone to defend herself. She didn't not dance with that man of her own will. But his hands, they held her cheeks so gently, and she closed her eyes when he pressed his lips to hers. It was all that she imagined and more. So perfect and magical and gentle. Mariane's hands moved over his jacket, one holding onto its collar as the other moved around his neck, their lips moving together like they were made for each other. "Joseph.." She sighed between the kisses, "I..I wouldn't have danced with that man of mine own accord, I swear to you." She breathed out quickly, unable of keeping herself from kissing him but wanting nothing more than to explain herself, "I would have rather it'd been you."
JosephĀ kissed her like it was the only thing worth doing in his life. Her lips slotted perfectly against his, soft and warm and so gentle as he deepened the kiss. Well, he attempted to between the words of her explanation as he pulled her close. "My love, I know you didn't choose to dance with him," he assures her before connecting their lips again. His hands gripped her waist now, pulling her in close to him as he kissed her once more before he pressed her back to the wall, his lips kissing her chin and the line of her jaw, moving down her neck. "I want you to be mine," he whispers against her skin. "I want to be the only one to touch you this way," he continues, coming back up to kiss her a bit more firmly. "I want to make you my Mistress, officially," he breathes as he pauses his kisses to get the words out.
Mariane: Mariane sighed softly when he pressed his lips to hers again, relieved he was not mad at her, and she let him pull her body closer to his, gasping when she felt the wall behind her. She tilted her head back against the wall as his lips moved along her jaw and down her neck, "Joseph.." She whispered, her voice thin with want, the way he touched her made her want him even more than she already did. She brought her lips to his again - their kiss passionate, before she blinked and opened her eyes when she heard his words, "Joseph.." She whispered as her hand moved to caress his face gently. A mistress. His mistress. His only mistress. Always by his side. It was all they could have without the secrecy. She let out a small laugh and she nodded once, "I will be your Mistress." She answered and smiled broadly before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his again, her arms falling around his neck to pull him closer.
JosephĀ couldn't stop the bright grin that lit up his features as she agreed to be his Mistress, this time initiating the kiss herself, her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "You cannot imagine how happy you've made me, my angel," he murmurs between kisses, some of the words muffled against her lips as he pulled back, taking her hands and stepping back. "Let me show you you're chambers," he says with a playful wink, all but dragging her towards his chambers, desperate to touch and see more of her, to finally be with her with no worry as to what Emilia would do.
Mariane: Mariane laughed against his lip, "You can't imagine how happy I am that you're happy." She answered, her words too muffled by their kiss. She smiled when he stepped back and took her hands. Of course, she followed him eagerly, her whole body on fire, anticipated for what his words ensue. "But Joseph," She whispered as she followed him still, "What about your guests?" She asked, lifting both brows, but smiling at him broadly now.
JosephĀ gave her a cheeky smile as he stopped at his door, opening it and pulling her in. "What about them?" he asks as he pulls her in again, hands coming up to her face again before kissing her. He deepens it without hesitation, one hand moving to her neck, thumb pressing under her jaw to tilt her head up for him while the other drifted down to her chest, fingers tugging at the strings that held in place the top layer of her dress as he gently bit her lip. He manages to loosen the strings and brings his other hand down to pull at them until they were loose enough to tug down the from her shoulders.
Mariane: Mariane couldn't help but laugh softly when he clearly dismissed his guests for her and she turned to him when he pulled her into his chambers - her eyes drifting to his face before they fluttered shut and reveled in his kiss that delved into passion quickly, and she tilted her head up, her lips parting to nibble gently onto his upper lip before their lips slotted together perfectly. She felt the leather outer garment on her dress loosen, and smiled when she was only in the colored torso of her dress that begged to fall of her smooth skin, her hands pushing at his jacket gently not to ruin his royal garments, but still needing to see him before her like he wishes to see her. Mariane let the cloth of the dress slip past her shoulders so it fell in a puddle around her feet, and she was only in her corset and the flimsy skirt that flowed to her ankles. "Joseph.." She sighed between their kisses, her voice dripping with her love and lust for him.
JosephĀ groaned softly when he felt her nibbling at his lip before kissing him, the outer layer of her dress impatiently being pulled down by his hands and feeling her own pushing at his outer jacket. Once the dress slipped off, he made to take off his jacket and the vest over the loose shirt that he wore underneath, glad that he didn't have to deal with various strings and buttons the way that a woman would. He looked at Mariane in the corset and the thin skirts that helped her dress fluff out. He smiles, kissing her once before gently turning her and brushing her hair over her shoulder, his fingers tugging the tie of the corset to loosen it up enough to help her out of, leaning down to press his lips to her bare shoulder and neck.
Mariane: Mariane didn't want to step away as he shed off the layers of clothes he wore - and now he was simply in his loose dress shirt and his pants. Mariane smiled and felt a bush spread on her cheeks when his eyes traveled over her body, and she hummed softly into the kiss before she let him turn her around to start undoing her corset, and she felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as his lips traveled over her skin, "Joseph..." She whispered softly, then that sudden rush of what they were about to do, and she bit onto her lip, "Joseph, no man has ever seen me unclad." She whispered when she felt the corset go loose, and her hands traveled to splay over her chest to hold it there momentarily as she turned to him and looked up, her eyes meeting his with worry - she was after all but a peasant girl. Her body wouldn't match the one of a royal, "I..I don't know how you will find me..to your eyes..I'm not sure..." She whispered hurriedly as she looked down, embarrassed by her insecurity.
JosephĀ had the sense to push back his desire in order to talk to Mariane when her insecurities began to show. He leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to her lips, but this one was gentle and loving, conveying what he felt in ways he didn't know how to express with words. "Mariane, you are the most beautiful woman I've seen in my life. I've traveled to various countries, seen many beautiful women. Royal, noble, peasant.. not a single one compares to you," he assures her, cupping her face in his hands. "Not a single one was able to capture my heart the way you have," he murmurs, kissing her again softly. "You're beautiful, Mariane. Both your mind and body."
Mariane: Mariane smiled when his lips were on hers again - they were gentle, the kiss so soft that it ran tremors throughout her body, and fluttered her eyes open to look up at him as he spoke, her hands still holding the corset to her chest. She smiled into the kiss now, "You make me feel so beautiful." She whispered against his lips, before she pursed her lips and let the loose corset slip past her supple breasts to her waist, where her hands pushed it down along with her skirts and undergarments - and she stood before him, naked like the day she was born, before her eyes flickered up to him - she resisted the urge to cover herself up and stood there, and felt the blush spread over her cheeks and her chest, her boldness surprising her. However, it was what she wanted, it was what Joseph wanted - so she let him drink her in.
JosephĀ smiles at her words. "I wish to make you feel that for as long as you'll allow me," he murmurs back, stepping back just enough watch as she undressed herself. Her skin was pale and smooth, blemish free even though she'd been a peasant girl. It looked soft and his fingers twitched with the need to touch her. he found himself wanting to explore every inch of her, kiss every bit of her that he could. His eyes moved slowly over her naked body until he looked back up to her face and stepped in closer, capturing her lips with his own. "Get on the bed for me?" he whispers, fingers lightly trailing down her side.
Mariane: Mariane stood there patient as his eyes wandered over her body, and she bit onto her lower lip - before her eyes drifted up to his face when he stepped closer to press his lips to hers again, and she smiled softly into the kiss, humming when his fingers trailed along her side, and she sighed softly as she pulled away, her hand trailing over his shirt before she tugged at it gently as she moved back towards the bed, eventually letting go when the back of her knees were against the edge of the bed and she pushed herself onto the soft covers, moving back some, before her eyes drifted up to his - and she could feel her heart beating fast in her chest so fast she could barely hear anything else, and her body ached in anticipation for his touch, for his kisses, for him.
JosephĀ smirked a bit when she did what he asked, petite hand tugging his shirt to bring him with her until she reached the bed and let go to get on, pushing herself over the covers and he pulls off his shirt, leaving him in only his pants for now as he climbed onto the bed as well, staying at the edge and leaning forward, his hand sliding up her calves and spreading her legs for him as he presses his lips to the inside of her knee, trailing kisses up her thigh before moving back and repeating the same on her other leg.
Mariane: Mariane watched as he pulled of his shirt - for a moment the breath was knocked right out of her at the sight of him, shirtless. Her eyes didn't have enough time to study him because he'd already climbed onto the bed. Mariane drew in a gentle gasp when his hands moved over her calves and spread her legs. She leaned back, propping herself onto her elbow, her eyes watching every movement that he made, and when the kiss moved along her thighs, she could feel the heat between her legs throb further as she grew wetter by the second, "Joseph.." She whispered, her lip tugged between her teeth as she struggled not to moan just yet.
JosephĀ looked up at her, lips still on her thighs to see her reaction. He bit down lightly, sucking a mark onto the skin of her inner thigh before moving his mouth up and towards the jut of her hip bone. "Yes, my love?" he murmurs against her skin, lips trailing across her stomach, nipping and sucking small marks into her skin. He was sorely tempted to dip lower, to use his mouth and make her feel good, to taste her, but he refrained for now, instead trailing his lips up towards her breasts.
Mariane: Another gasp left her lips when he bit down on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh then sucked on it, and she slowly let herself sink back into the bed, lying down against the soft covers when his lips skipped the area where she wanted him the most. She took in a deep breath when his lips moved over her stomach, and she kept her lip wedged between her teeth as his lips moved upwards - the only sound she was capable of emitting right now being a soft hum of pleasure and demand at the same time.
JosephĀ moved up between the valley of her breasts, her thighs around his lips now and he presses down a bit so she could feel the affect she had on him as his lips moved up her sternum and to the column of her neck. "I want to hear you," he whispers against her ear when he moves his lips up, pressing just beside it until he kisses her mouth. It was a deep and passionate kiss as he rolled his hips, rubbing against her and sliding his hand over her side as the other hand held him up over her.
Mariane: When Mariane felt his hardened bulge press against her bare center she moaned loudly, her back arching some as his lips moved up along her chest. "Joseph.." She moaned loudly when he demanded her to be loud enough to be heard, his whisper running shivers along her body, before she tilted her head upward when he kiss her so she could kiss him back just as passionately, another loud moan escaping her lips when his hips rubbed into her, "Joseph.." She whispered against his lips when his hand slide down her side gently, "Joseph.." She started, pressing her hips up against his, "Touch me, please." She moaned softly against his lips, her hands moving so one can rest against his chest and the run could toy with the hair at the back of his head.
JosephĀ smiles a bit as she begged softly, enjoying the fact that now he could have her whenever he liked, that he no longer had to hide the love and desire he felt for her. "Touch you where, my love?" he teases, sitting up a bit. "Here?" he questions as his hand moved up to her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple once, giving her a gentle smile as he did it again before his other hand did the same. He slid them down her sides slowly, a featherlight touch to make her shiver as he stopped at her thighs, gripping them and spreading them further. "Here?"
Mariane: Mariane pulled her brows together, biting the inside of her cheek when he'd sat up to tease her. "Oh.." She gasped when his thumb brushed over her nipple, one, twice, then to the other one. She let out a shaky breath leave her lips as his hands moved along her side softly, tremors of anticipation running through her body. She nodded once when he'd spread her thighs, "Yes..Yes, please." She whispered, daring to prop herself up a little so her eyes could meet his, because she wanted to see it as well as feel it.
JosephĀ grins. "Here?" he asks again, one hand sliding down along her thigh, fingers dipping down between them to tease her. He scoots back a bit, leaning down to press his fingers to her stomach. "Just my fingers?" he asks, the tone of his voice low and rough, like he's fighting every instinct he has to just take anything she'll give him. He slowly and gently presses one finger into her, thumb rubbing lightly at her clit to keep her relaxed, Joseph groaning when he feels how wet and tight she is around just one of his fingers.
Mariane: "Y-yes.." Mariane gasped, her voice shaking some as her eyes followed his hand that dipped between her thighs. She bit onto her lower lip roughly - no she didn't want just his his fingers. She wanted his everything. However, she never got a chance to answer when she felt on digit slide into her, and she gasped, her lips remained slack as her back arced, her eyes fluttering shut as her head lolled back, shivers running throughout her whole body when she felt his thumb press and rub her clit lightly. She'd never felt like this before, not ever. Sure, Mariane had attempted to take care of her own needs before, a lot recently ever since she met Joseph, but this...this was..so different. Because it was him touching her. It was his hand that turned her into a shivering body that wanted nothing more than his fingers, his mouth, his everything. Her fingers clenched the sheets into her fists as she found it within her to finally relax, "God, Joseph.." She moaned, "More.." She begged softly, still gasping, her head still leaned back.
JosephĀ hums his approval when Mariane shivered, responding to his touch. He was experienced, he knew he was good, and he was thankful for that, because he wanted Mariane to have the best for her first time and every time after. When she pleads for more, he slowly adds another finger, cursing quietly as he felt her tight around him. He needed to make sure she was completely ready for him, and with how responsive and wet she was already, he knew it wouldn't take much longer even if he planned on taking his time making her come undone before he fully undressed himself. His lips press to her stomach, moving down slowly as he thrusts his fingers, getting closer to where he knew she wanted him the most.
Mariane: Another gasp left her lips when she felt another finger slide within her, and she felt her walls throb and pulsate around his digits as she ached for them to move inside her. Mariane moaned when she felt his lips moved along her skin, moving downward as his fingers thrust with her, and she forced herself to bring her head forward so she could see this, just so she could see it. Her eyes watched as he moved down lower just to where she needed him to be, and the sight before her, her legs spread for him as his fingers moved inside her, his lips close to give what she knew would make her scream, Mariane had to bit her lips harshly as she let out soft, high pitched moans through clenched teeth with each inward thrust of Joseph's fingers. "Joseph, please.." She begged again, eager, her body already getting ready for her orgasm as she felt the slow build up within her muscles.
JosephĀ curves his fingers up now on each thrust, lips curving into a smile against her skin when he hears the sounds she's making. He moves lower, thumb moving away from her clit only to be replaced with his mouth. He looks up at her as he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue stroking over it slowly, humming gently while his fingers still thrust into her. He could feel how tight she was getting and he knew she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm so he slowed down just a bit, enough to keep her on the edge and draw this out. He focuses on what he's doing completely, withdrawing his fingers and dipping his head lower, licking at her wetness.
Mariane: Mariane was already on the verge of screaming out as his fingers curled within her, then his thumb moved away - and she almost complained, until his mouth had capture the sensitive bundle of nerves and stroked over it with his tongue, and she let out a loud cry of please as she back arced, her fingers tugging at the covers as she gasped and moaned when he continued to thrust his fingers and suck on her clit - then he'd removed his fingers, and Mariane let out a disbelieving moan of complaint. However, his head dipped lower, his tongue moved over her wet folds and Mariane just tried not to moan again when all she wanted was to beg and plead and scream in pleasure. She'd let herself lie back on the back on the bed, however unable of keeping her back against it as her body arced off the mattress, her hands moving from the sheets to moved up her torso to rest over her breasts, brushing her own thumbs over her nipples, "Joseph, please, please.." She begged softly, her gestures only making it harder for her to hold in her lust. She just needed him now, she needed to let go, she needed it badly.
JosephĀ was pleased with the noise she was making, enjoying the sounds he was drawing out of her with each swipe of his tongue over her folds. He could tell she was still holding back though, and he didn't want her to. He wanted to hear the effect he had, wanted to feel her writhing and know that he was bringing her all this pleasure. So he continued to tease, doing nothing more than tasting, softly licking over her wetness until he trailed his lips over to her thigh, sucking another mark into her skin even as he heard her soft voice pleading for him to do more. "You know what I want, my love," he murmurs, looking up at her with a quirked brow, smirking at the placement of her hands.
Mariane: Mariane heard his words andd she knew as well - he wanted to see her unravel at the ministrations of his own mouth and tongue. "Yes..." She moaned through her teeth and arched her body off the mattress, feeling his tongue still taste and lavish her deftly. It was a few licks of his and her fingers tweaking her own nipples gently that had her come undone, "Jo--ah--Jo...seph.." She moaned loudly, her voice shrill as every muscle in her body contracted desperately, her toes curling and fingers twitching around her hardened, redden nipples as she pushed her back off the mattress and moaned, almost screamed, as her orgasm engulfed her - and it was even better than when she did it for herself. Once her throbbing core relaxed, her body fell back onto the mattress, her arms laying at her sides as her chest rose and fell frantically in attempt to catch her breath, her eyes open, staring at the drapes through heavy lids, her whole body tingling as she slowly relaxed, "Oh Joseph..." She sighed a soft hum of pleasure and closed her eyes, biting onto her lower lip.
JosephĀ could feel her body tensing at his words, going back to using his tongue on her to draw out the orgasm he knew was close. She moaned his name and writhed under each movement of his tongue as well as her own fingers. Her body arched and a rush of wetness coated his tongue that he had no problem swallowing down. He continued through her orgasm until her body finally relaxed, her breathing heavy and light twitching from her limbs as she tried to calm down. He chuckled, pressing soft kisses to her skin, moving up her stomach towards her breast. His lips gently kiss her reddened nipples, hands moving up her sides as he settles between her legs, still mostly dressed. He moves his lips up to her collarbone, to her neck until he reaches her lips, kissing her deeply. "I feel I'm going to love doing that," he teases, gently nipping at her lower lip.
Mariane: Mariane eventually felt her heavy pants even out into a slightly ragged version of normal breathing, and she hummed as his lips moved over her skin, a shiver running through her body as his lips moved over her nipples, then she finally opened her eyes, sighing and humming as his lips continued moving upward until they found her lips, and she smiled as she moved her hands, bothered some when she felt the cloth of his shirt, "Me too..." She laughed a little, and then let her lips part some, "I need you, Joseph." She whispered, her hands moving down to his shirt, tugging the part of it that was tucked into his pants out so she could grab the hems within her fingers, "I want you, my love." She whispered, for the first time using the nickname he'd been calling her with - it only felt right, now with all barriers between them broken, almost all of them. "I want to be yours." She finally finished as her eyes met his and she motioned to start tugging his shirt above his head.
JosephĀ could feel a shiver of pleasure down his spine when Mariane whispered that she needed him, her hands gripping at his shirt, tugging it from his pants and grabbing the hem with her fingers. She whispers the nickname he'd been using for her and a low groan builds in his throat when she tells him that she wants to be his, tugging his shirt up. He sits up as much as he can and pulls it off, tossing it aside and pulling the belt off his pants off, tossing that as well. He unties the strings keeping his pants up and pushes them down, moving to get them off entirely before settling himself between Mariane's legs once more with no more barriers between their bodies.
Mariane: Mariane smiled broadly up at him once she'd gotten his shirt off, her eyes drinking him in, every inch of him and it just riled her up even more, the anticipation coursing through her body and building up her lust faster than she could ever expected herself to. She watched as he finally removed the rest of his clothes, and her eyes flickered up to his face before she smiled, one hand moving down his arm softly to lace her fingers through his, the other caressing his cheek before she nodded once, "Make me yours, Joseph." She whispered, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.
JosephĀ swallows thickly when she caressed his cheek, whispering for him to make her his. He'd done this before, of course he had. He'd even done it with people watching on the night of his wedding, but this was different. This was Mariane, his love, his sole reason for living, the woman he would've chosen as his bride if he'd been given the choice. He leans down, gently pressing a kiss to her lips as he guided himself inside her. "I love you," he whispers, shifting his hips closer to hers, continuing to whisper sweet nothings to her as he pressed into her, taking care to not hurt her.
Mariane: Mariane smiled and let her eyes flutter shut softly when he gently kissed her, and she felt him inside her as he whispered that he loved her. Mariane's torso arced softly off the bed, pressing her bare chest against his as her fingers tightened around his. It was so surreal, how complete she'd felt with him sliding into her ever so gently. And then she felt it, the tug and soft tear that deemed her virgin no more, but it didn't hurt like everyone said, it wasn't unbearable, it barely brought tears to her eyes. The sting had faded as Mariane felt her walls stretch around Joseph's member and take him in, with ease given their passionate introductions. Mariane let out a shaky breath as she took the glorious feel of his member inside her and smiled again, this time leaning up into the kiss, "I'm okay." She whispered against his lips as she fluttered her eyes open to meet his own.
JosephĀ made sure to keep his movements slow and gentle, though her tightness surrounding him made it difficult to maintain control. Mariane's comfort came first, and her reaction is what kept his moving, his lips pressing to hers as she arched her body against his own. She let out a shaky breath and he paused his movements, smiling when she whispered that she was okay as she leaned up into his kiss before letting her eyes flutter open. He lets out a soft, breathless huff that sounded like a laugh before nuzzling her nose gently and moving again, pulling back until just the head of his member was inside her, before thrusting forward slowly, pressing back into her. He kept the rhythm slow, both his hands on hers now, fingers lacing together and bringing them up to pin them by her head, groaning softly as he reveled in her tightness around him.
Mariane: Mariane let out a soft giggle when he nuzzled against her nose gently, and she stifled a moan when he pulled almost all the way out of her, before a moan spilled through her lips when he thrust into her again. Mariane's fingers squeezed his with every thrust inward, the moans continuing to spill from her lips as she fells walls tighten around him, her muscles starting to knot slowly in anticipation, and she needed more. "Faster, love." She whispered hurriedly, almost impatiently, as she peeked up at Joseph through half lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling, and gaining speed.
JosephĀ couldn't help the moans falling from his lips as he buried his face against her neck, panting against her skin and pressing his lips to her as he thrust. She wasn't holding back her noises and he could feel her petite body begin to tense beneath him. He knew she was still likely sensitive from the earlier pleasure he'd caused, and when she pleaded with him to go faster in her soft, melodic voice, he couldn't resist. He picked up his pace, grinding his hips against hers now, jaw slack and mouth open slightly, lips brushing her neck as hot breaths ghosted over her skin.
Mariane: Mariane felt his moans as he breathed against her neck, and she heard his pants and moans and they only riled her up further, spurring her build up faster, but she wanted to hold back, give him as much pleasure in this as he'd given her. When he picked up his pace, Mariane's moans got louder, higher, and more frequent. She pushed her hips up in an effort to meet his every thrust to take him into her deeper, and she clenched her walls around him. Her head pressed back against the mattress, she gasped and panted as she felt her body tense further on, "Joseph..Joseph..." She moaned on and on, his name spilling incoherently between her moans as she begged for more of him. Her fingers held his own tightly as she tilted her head sideways, her hot breaths falling along his temple as she breathed in his scent, along with his breath ghosting over her skin, and the goosebumps scattered over her whole, as well as the heat, and the slight sheen of sweat that started to form along body.
JosephĀ moaned against her skin when he heard his name falling from her lips like a prayer until it was just incoherent mumblings that were passing her lips. Her hips shifted to each thrust and he knew she was trying to give him pleasure though surely she knew she hardly had to do anything at all to bring him pleasure. She could feel her breaths on his temple and he groaned against her neck, the heat building between them causing a sheen of sweat over their bodies as her fingers tightened around his hand. She tightened around him and his hips stuttered in their rhythm, Joseph feeling that heat in the pit of his stomach that let him know he was growing closer to the edge.
Mariane: Mariane was so close to coming undone, so close. She felt Joseph's hips stutter some when her walls had tighten around him and she almost smiled to herself, knowing that she'd brought on this pleasure to him was so gratifying. Her legs moved to wrap around his waist, the new angle allowed Joseph to thrust deeper into her if that was even possible, and it hit that part inside her that drove her mad. It was a few thrusts in that angle that had her come undone. Her walls clenched and unclenched as the force of her orgasm washed over her body and sending tremors and jolts through every muscles in her, her toes curling, her finger tightening, her back arching as Joseph's name left Mariane's lip in a loud, scream of pleasure as her orgasm shook her to the core, her walls inside her tightening around him and pulsating as he let her ride out her climax.
JosephĀ could feel Mariane's legs around his waist, the new angle allowing him deeper and seemingly hitting that spot inside her that drove her to the brink of orgasm. He thrust only a few more times before he could feel her clench, Joseph nearly choking from the pleasure that sensation caused, though he kept himself from coming just yet, wanting her to finish before him so he could let her truly feel her orgasm and the afterglow of it. She screamed his name with her climax, her whole body tensing, her back arching and fingers gripping his so tightly he thinks maybe she's trying to keep herself rooted to the bed. He bit down on her neck to muffle his moan, still thrusting into her until he could feel her begin to relax, enough that he could finally let himself come, spilling inside her and gradually slowing his thrusts until he finished. Once he did, he pulled out slowly, hissing softly at the sensitivity and pulling back enough to look at her, his thumb caressing her hand. "I love you, Mariane," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Mariane: Mariane had never felt such pleasure before, never. As she rode out her orgasm, she felt her whole body tingle, her skin so sensitive that every touch sent jolts and sparks throughout her whole body and it was magnificent. She bit her lip when she felt Joseph bite onto her neck, a weak moan leaving her lips as she had no more energy in her, and she felt him come undone as well, and she almost felt his warmth inside her, and smile was on her lips, eyes shut as she breathed heavily, still trying to relax. She breathed out shakily when he pulled out of her, letting out another weak, soft hum, until she finally flickered her eyes open to gaze up him, "I love you too, Joseph, with every part of me, my heart, my soul, and now my body as well." She whispered and smiled into the kiss, and she closed her eyes, not really willing to move, but knowing they had to anyways to find the pillows and slip underneath the covers, but Mariane was satisfied just like this, her fingers laced within his over her head, their bodies radiating heat off each other, their lips brushing against each other in gentle kisses, her hair sprawled about her head in a slight mess. No, she didn't mind at all.
JosephĀ hummed in content at her words, bringing his hands together over her head as he pressed soft kisses to her bitten-bruised and reddened lips. "As you have all of me, my love," he whispers, unwilling to move even though he knew they needed to get comfortable enough to sleep. For right now though, he let himself revel in the feel of this woman, the love of his life, pressed close to him, her happy sighs and soft lips on his. He had always thought he would never be privileged enough to find a woman that he loved this much, but now that he'd found her, he was determined to make the most of the time he would have her. "We should get to sleep," he whispered, but made no move to get adjusted into bed, instead only kissing her again but deeper this time. He kissed her with a slowness and contentedness that only came from the love they'd just made, kissing her languidly and relaxed as though the world only consisted of the two of them.
Mariane: Mariane smiled when she heard his words, returning the soft kisses as much she could. She was his, and he was hers - for as long as this love would last and Mariane knew she wouldn't live a second after this not loving this man with every part of her, all of her, forever. The happiness she felt now could match no other, and she wanted to be with him always and forever. She hummed softly when he'd said they should get to sleep, but instead kissed her ever so slowly and passionately, and Mariane did not complain. She moved her head sideways gently, tilting it upwards softly to capture his upper lip between her own, suck on it gently and pull away to catch her breath before he let her lips press to his again, finally untangling her hands from his to wrap one arm around his neck and with other push herself up gently so the could at least crawl backwards into the bed, and she smiled against his lips, though tiredly, but didn't cease to kiss him gently, "We should get to sleep." She whispered as she moved backwards and tugged him along, fluttering her eyes open to meet his.
JosephĀ whined softly when Mariane began to pull back, saying they should sleep and he sighed, letting himself be guided. He moved to the side and tugged her close after getting under the covers, still pressing soft kisses wherever he could. "I hope you've got no plans for the next few days, my love," he teases gently, nuzzling her before making himself comfortable.
Mariane: Mariane laughed a little, before she eventually moved to curl up to Joseph's side as he pulled the covers over them, and she smiled as she snuggled close to him, "I have no plans but to spend them with you." She mumbled and smiled as she wrapped her arm over his chest to lean up and peck his lips, then the underside of his jaw, then his neck, then his shoulder, before she eventually let her head rest against his shoulder and she closed her eyes, a soft content sigh leaving her lips, "I love you." She muttered softly, and it was only a few moments later that she'd slipped into the deepest, most comfortable sleep she'd ever slept, drifting away in Joseph's arms.
JosephĀ grins at her words. "Good, as my plans included you as well," he murmurs, smiling at the kisses she pressed to his mouth and skin before getting herself comfortable for bed. "I love you too," he smiles, letting himself drift off to the best sleep he'd ever had. He dreamt of Mariane and their future together, waking up hours later with a small smile on his lips and his sleeping Mistress still curled up against him.
Mariane: Mariane had slept amazingly well that night, her dreams all of Joseph, and the way they loved each other that night, and what their future would be like. She was still asleep when Joseph had woken up, though she soon began to wake up, and his breath tickled her skin gently, and she smiled, before snuggling closer to him and hiding her face into the crook of his neck, humming softly.
JosephĀ awoke after possibly the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had. It was filled with dreams of Mariane and all the moments he held dear, along with the many moments to come. Mariane was still sleeping soundly beside him and he smiles, pulling her in closer, careful not to wake her. His fingers trailed gently up and down her back until she woke up, snuggling even closer and hiding her face into the crook of his neck. He laughs softly, pulling back enough to press his lips to the top of her head. "My love, I know you're awake," he teases, tracing his fingers along her spine.
Mariane: Mariane smiled when she heard him laugh - the sound was like bells to her ears. She squinted a little before she blinked and opened her eyes slowly when he pressed his lips to the top of her head, and soft shivers ran through her body when she felt his fingers move over her back, "But I don't want to wake up just yet...I just want to stay by your side." Mariane whispered sleepily as she peered up at him, smiling, still somewhat shyly even after last night. She couldn't believe it - she was in bed with the prince. But he wasn't the prince to her, he was her love, and she couldn't be happier to say it or even think it. "It's going to be some time before I get used to my new mornings with you." Mariane breathed out and ran the tips of her fingers against his chest gently.
JosephĀ smiled at her words, reaching to tilt her chin up to press their lips together in a gentle kiss. "Perhaps I could make these mornings more comfortable for you," he murmurs, kissing her lower lip and moving them until hovered over her. He looks down at her, an adoring smile on his lips as he does so. "You are breathtaking," he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss her again, this time deeper than before. "The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he breathes when he pulls back. "The kindest, most gentle," he lists, kissing down her neck. "I would give you the world if it were possible."
Mariane: Marine smiled when he kissed her gently, then sank down into the pillows when he moved them, and she laughed a little when she saw the way he was looking at her. "Joseph..." She breathed out a shy laugh before she flickered her eyes shut again as he kissed her again, and this time she let him deepen the kiss, under he'd finally pulled back. Her hands moved to run through his hair gently as his lips moved down her neck, "I don't need the world. I have you." Mariane breathed out as she closed her eyes, a smile on her face as the goosebumps rose on her skin.
JosephĀ "You have me, my love. You have all of me," he promises, kissing the tip of her nose now before moving down to trail his lips down the center of her chest. "I did tell you we would not be leaving this room today unless absolutely necessary?" he asks, looking up at her with a mischievous smile before leaning down to her stomach now, trailing his hands up the sides of her thighs before he moves back up, settling between her legs and kissing her mouth again. "I want to know every inch of you."
Mariane: Mariane let out a giggle when he kissed the tip of her nose, then her eyes followed his movement as his lips moved to the center of her chest, and she bit onto her lower lip gently when he spoke, and she could already feet the heat begin to pool between her legs when she saw the look on his face, that smile he held. Her hands moved up to wrap around his neck as she felt his hands spread her legs so he could settle between them, and she daringly dared to trailed her lips lips along his cheek to capture his ear lobe between her lips, and she nibbled on it gently before she lifted her head to whisper into his ears, "I'm all yours." She breathed out, pressed another kiss there, before she pressed her forehead against his and smiled up at him broadly.
