The Wolf and The Sheep

Following the meal, Aaron and Elizabeth focused on the training method taught to them by the young couple. Aside from a few questions regarding initial issues, they decided it was better to consolidate themselves in seclusion.

Seeing how the parents had already retired to their room, Clara did not hesitate to grab the hand of Joe. With a newfound vigor, she toured her childhood home together with the man she came to love.

In a couple locations, she stopped to tell of her past. Such as how she would hide in this closet whenever she wanted to skip out on training and spend the day reading. Somehow, no member of the staff ever found her there.

When the two came to a rather grand door, Clara removed a key from around her neck. Carefully, she slotted the key in the lock before entering the room, pulling Joe with her. Once inside, Joe was met with a rather feminine bedroom. Turning back towards the door they had entered from; he was met by the sight of Clara locking it behind them.

"Would I be right in assuming you didn't lock that just to keep me from running away?"

"You plan to run away the first chance we have to spend an entire night together?"

Joe was momentarily caught off guard by her retort before a malicious smile encroached the usually gentle face.

"My dear, you misunderstand me. You are not the predator in this room. You are the sheep that seems to have lost its way. Locking that door simply sealed you fate and would not allow for the shepherd to save you."

Seeing the glint in her lover's eyes, Clara was excited as well as freighted. This certainly has not turned out the way she had expected it to. That simple fact was enough to let all remaining reason slip away from her.

"If you are such a terrifying wolf, why is it that you have yet to eat me?"

It was now Joe's turn to be stunned. Not only did Clara reaffirm her intentions with that question, but she was also ordering him to act.

Without wasting another moment, Joe was in front of her. Before a sound could leave her lips, Joe had sealed them with his own. Her back was push to the closed door and a light thud could be heard from the outside.

The passing maid initially looked at the door confused. After all, that door had remained shut ever since the young lady had left for the academy. With her eyes bulging out of their sockets, the maid remembered a key detail; the young lady had returned that evening and there was a young gentleman with her. Wasting no time, the maid scurried off to find her sister.

Back inside the room, the young couple was occupying their time with the body of the other. Still leaned against the door, Clara could feel Joe's hand slowly wrapping itself around her waist. When it reached its predetermined destination, she felt a firm squeeze that forced he onto her toes.

Not wanting to remain passive, she began to unbutton the jacket that Joe had worn for the dinner. As big a shame it was to ruin the dignified look, he had held the whole evening, it would be inconceivable for her to miss this chance.

Once the jacket had fully been undone, Joe allowed it to fall to the floor before wrapping both his arm under her firm rear. With the slightest amount of effort, Clara was hoisted of the ground.

As if by instinct, her legs made their way around his waist and her arms around his neck. Normally, the seven-inch difference in their height required her to stretch upwards to reach his lips. In this new position, she was able to tilt her head down for a change. The deepness and intensity of their kissing began to soar.

Without her being aware, Joe had carried her to the foot of the bed. Slowly, he leaned forward and carefully rested her back on it. Feeling the sinking sensation of her own mattress against her back, Clara finally broke away from his lips.

The two stared into each other's eyes as Joe began to remove the shirt from his body. A display the sent a shiver from Clara's head to her toes. As the shiver passed by a specific location, her anticipation reached a new height. However, her patience began to run thin.

As much as she was loving every second of this sensual display, there was an itch within her that was demanding to be scratched. She had long known about the relations between a man and woman. She was also aware that Joe and Shianne had progressed to that stage almost immediately.

After several months of waiting and hidden jealousy, tonight will be the night she surrenders her entire being to this man.

Seeing that the eager look in her eyes had only increased from his display, Joe lightly began sliding the bottom of Clara's dress toward her waist. Just after it had reached her abdomen, he sat her up and pulled it the rest of the way over her body.

Without even looking at where it would end up, Joe tossed the dress aside and marveled himself at the view before him. The sultry green eyes staring back at him were demanding his touch; so, he obliged.

With the lightest touch he could manage, Joe's right hand began to glide its way from the middle of her thigh to her waist. His left hand made its way around to her back to undo the clasp that was restricting the bountiful valley he so wished to explore. With a light pinch, the clasp was undone, and two pale hills tumbled forward.