Josephine sighed softly as Raoul kissed her cheeks and forehead, then her lips, raising one arm to his neck. She knew he was being gentle for pleasure's sake... though really, too much more pleasure and she felt she may pass out. At least he was giving her body time to recuperate after the last orgasm, and didn't jump straight to the next step; the last step. For that the queen was glad. "Every little thing you do.... is pleasure to me. Every little touch, every word, every kiss. You need not try, you give me pleasure... without even thinking of it."