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The Silence Of My Love	By : PrincessKoriandr Category: DC Verse Comics > Titans Views: 3147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Praying that he would forgive her, she opened a complete empathic link between them -- and felt herself being swept away, so intense were the emotions coming from him. What she mistaken for mere desire was indeed something more. The desire was there; she could taste it, feel it burning deep within him like a wild thing, sparking her own hunger and threatening to consume her in its fire. His sexual hunger for her was great, yet it was not the dominant emotion.

*Love* was.

She felt it swirling around her, filling her, calling to the intense need within her. She was surrounded by his love, and she had never been so content.

Having found all that she needed to know, Raven gently withdrew the link. Raising one slender hand, she touched his cheek, drawing his green eyes to her before she spoke. “I am sorry.”

Joe looked at her questioningly. ‘For what?’

“I -- surely you felt the link!” she exclaimed, watching him nod his head. “I invaded your privacy, looking for answers...Azar! I never suspected that you --” Her words were cut off by the gentle pressure of his fingers pressed against her lips.

Once she was quiet, he asked, ‘What did you find?’

Taking a deep breath, she answered honestly, “I found that you desire me, but not as much as you love me.” Her azure lit from within. “You honestly love me!”

Tilting her lovely face up so that he could meet her eyes, he nodded. ‘Why are you so shocked, little bird? I’ve loved you from the moment we met, but realizing what an innocent you were, I kept my distance.’ With trembling fingers, he softly traced her features, committing the feel of her skin to memory. When he was sure the touch of her was burned into his soul, he took up where he left off. ‘I knew you would not have me. The time wasn’t right… it seemed the time was *never* right. You had so much to deal with, and I knew I couldn’t help you; I could only be a distraction -- a dangerous distraction. I couldn’t risk it, so I chose to keep silent.’

Watching her eyes narrow in concentration, he heard her say, “When we first met, I was dealing with my father’s influence. He was trying to control me, yet again.”

He nodded. ‘Yes. You had closed off much of yourself; there was no way to reach you emotionally. After you were cleansed of Trigon’s presence, you needed time to deal with having emotions and I was hesitant to intrude. You needed to learn who Raven was again, so I waited because I didn’t want you to feel like I was taking advantage of you. I wanted you to experience life a little before I approached you.’ He paused to gather his thoughts, taking the opportunity to touch her face once again. Smiling at the way her eyes kindled, he continued, ‘I assumed I had time -- that *we* had time -- but then you met Eric… and for the first time I felt that I might lose you before we even had a chance to begin.’

Wanting to be totally honest, he added, ‘I hated him from the moment I saw him. I knew he wouldn’t treat you well; he wasn’t the kind to respect any woman. When you told me that you had started dating him, I was horrified. But more, I was… jealous.’

“Jealous?” she asked, watching as he briefly averted his gaze.
s, js, jealous,’ he admitted. ‘Are you surprised?’ Seeing her nod, he grinned sheepishly. ‘So was I. You were meant for me, and I knew nothing good would come of your being with Eric. That’s why I started digging into Eric’s files, why I asked Sarah about her tests on him, why you were confronted by the Titans. I never meant to break my promise to you, but I was -- we were -- concerned. When that body with his initialed bracelet turned up, I knew I couldn’t stand by and do nothing anymore. Everyone’s research -- mine, Sarah’s, Searchers Inc.’s -- were all coming together to form a very alarming whole. I turned all the information over to Captain Hall and rushed to your apartment; I wasn’t sure what he wanted with you, but I knew you were in danger.’

Raven quietly sorted out all she learned tonight. She really had been lucky -- so very, very lucky. As he signed, she watched the emotions flashing across his face: frustration, patience, love, rage, and finally, pain…deep and unending.

‘I don’t know what I would have done if I’d been too late.’

It was her turn to silence him. She placed one slim finger to his lips and said, “But you were not. You have never failed me. From the moment our paths crossed, you were my silent champion, protecting me even from myself. I wanted to thank you --”

The furious negative movement of his head, along with the quiet anger lighting his sea green eyes, cut her off. ‘That’s not why I did what -- ‘

Quickly grabbing his hands, Raven enclosed them in her own and waited for him to calm down. His eyebrow twitched upward and he stared pointedly at their clasped hands. At length she spoke, a soft smile on her lips. “If you had let me finish, Joseph, you would have also heard me say I knew you would not accept my thanks. But if I offered my love… would you accept that?”

Feeling his breath catch in his throat, Joe wondered if he was dreaming. He had to know. ‘Are you saying you love me?’

She nodded slowly. “I have loved you from the beginning also, but I… did not think that you would be interested in someone who was so emotionally scarred as I, so I buried my feelings and prayed you never discovered them.”

The joy Joe felt was quickly replaced by wide-eyed amazement. Not want her? Was she insane? Even at the very beginning, all she would have had to do was give a hint -- any hint -- that she was interested in him and he would have responded.

Seeing her expectant expression, Joe replied in no uncertain terms, ‘I love you. I want you. I need you like the air I breathe. Do you understand?’

He heard her breathless, “Yes.”

‘Do you doubt it?’

“No -- never.”

He smiled. ‘Thank God. Sometimes you’re as stubborn as Kory.’ She loved him, really loved him! Suddenly, he felt like he had all the time in the world. Pulling her back into his arms, he stroked the midnight silk of her hair. How long they lay there he could only guess; every second was a blissful eternity.

Raven pulled away abruptly, staring intently at him but saying nothing. She chewed on her lower lip, silently debating whether or not to tell him what she should have said to him ages ago.

Unsure of the reason for her actions, Joe cautiously asked, ‘What do you want to do now? We could go down to the beach, if you’re interested.’

She shook her head, trying to gather the courage to say what it was she truly wanted.

‘No? Did you have something else in mind? Something special you wanted to do?’

She caught his hands again, capturing his attention as well. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.”

Raven saw his mouth open in shock before her eyes darted away, embarrassed by her own boldness. When she glanced up at him, he looked vaguely troubled.

‘Are you sure, Raven?’ he cautioned. ‘This is really sudden -- you might regret it later.’

“I could never regret giving myself to the man I love,” she whispered. “To you.”

He was grinning like a delighted child at her reaffirmation of love. But there was nothing childlike about what happened next. Silently, he leaned forward and gave her the kiss she had always dreamed about.

*Oh yes…yes.* This was what she wanted. She loved his masterful kisses, kisses that were oh-so-slow and devastating. Hot, wet kisses designed to still her will. She felt his hands weaving through her hair, gently holding her in place for his kisses. She could feel his moist tongue tracing the seam of her lips, wetly asking her open and let him in. Wanting to taste him to, she slowly parted her lips, letting him taste her heat.

Not one to waste an opportunity, Joe let his tongue slide inside, hotly probing the moist warmth of her mouth. Deepening the kiss, he teased and tempted her tongue to taste him, too. Her first shy effort almost undid his control, feeling her tongue sparring with his, mimicking his every action and heating his blood with her innocent response. While Joe was learning the textures of her mouth, Raven was learning something else entirely.

They were only kissing, but she was as aroused as if they were doing much more. She felt flushed; her breasts ached, the nipples hard and extended, pressing against the thin silk nightgown. She wanted to feel his weight on her, wanted to devour him. Without breaking the kiss, Raven wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck and leaned back toward the open, unprotected side of the bed, insistently pulling him down with her. Once on her back, Raven threaded her fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth glued to hers while she kissed him for all she was worth.

Joe willingly followed her down to the soft sheets, biting her soft lips as sheeralerally flipped him on top of her. If he hadn’t been so aroused, he would have smiled at how easily she read his mind. Still kissing her, he managed to untangle his legs from the sheet with minimum effort. When he was finished, he tucked her completely beneath him, giving her his weight.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Raven tried to suck air into her starveling lungs. He left her breathl Un Undiscouraged, Joe found other ways to occupy his lips, by kissing her eye, he, her face; nibbling on her ears; he was…everywhere. Content to let him explore her face, she closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feel of him on top of her. He was heavy, but she had expected he would be. The man was solid muscle and as hard as a rock. Just one more way he differed from her, one more thing she found deliciously exciting. She wanted more of him.

Parting her legs, she brought them to his sides, resting her legs along side his. Taking the hint, Joe shifted slightly on the bed before settling comfortably between her out-spread thighs. She couldn’t stifle the small gasp as she felt their bodies fit together. Wanting more of the sensation, she slowly spread her legs farther apart and wrapped her calves around the back of his, firmly locking them together. Hearing him inhale, she arched her back, rubbing her small breasts into the hardness of his chest, trying to find some relief for her aching nipples. They were so stiff under the gown, there was no way he couldn’t notice it and she didn’t care. She was feeling bold, shameless. It was amazing the effect this man had on her, and she couldn’t get enough.

Joe couldn’t get enough either. He caressed her everywhere he could reach; right now it was the pale curve of her neck that occupied him, gently kissing and licking at the pulse he felt throbbing there. When her legs opened, he brought them into a deeper intimacy, shifting his weight until her pelvis was flush with his, his penis pushing at her feminine softness through the thin sheet. He barely resisted the urge to thrust blindly aga her her, she was so hot. When he felt her thighs open completely, her soft feet wrapped around the back of his legs, arching her back and rubbing her tempting little breasts against him, he had almost lost it. He wanted to strip her nude and burying himself inside her tight warmth, giving them both the releahey hey craved. Her breathless little moans were wreaking havoc on his nerves.

*Slow down…you’re jumping ahead Wilson. She’s a virgin, the last thing she needs is an impatient lover.* Trying to distract himself from his raging arousal, Joe trailed his lips along her body, kissing her collar bone and hooking his fingers under the thin straps of her gown, pushing it off one thin shoulder while his lips followed the slow decent of the strap. Hearing her moan softly and slide her fingers in his hair; Joe smiled against her shoulder and continued his exploration.

Kissing a moist trail down her chest, he stopped when his lips brushed the top of her gown. Kissing her deeply, he carefully touched her breast, cupping the flesh in his hand. Feeling her stiffen slightly and murmur softly against his lips, he waited until the stiffness left her before continuing.

Gently, he brushed his thumb across the taut nipple, rubbing her through the silk. Hearing her gasp and arch into his hand, Joe captured the little peak between his index finger and thumb and started gently tugging at it, arousing her even more. While his fingers teased her, his tongue slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the tug of his fingers and the shifting motion of his hips, actions designed to bring her to a fevered pitch and set fires in her innocent body.

Breaking the kiss, Joe focused all his attention on her breasts, adding his mouth to the sexual torture that his fingers was creating. Leaving a trail of kisses on the tops of her breasts, Joe slowly slid the gown down, exposing the firm curves and their pale rose-colored nipples to his hungry mouth. Bracing most of his weight on his elbows, he bent his head and took her breast into his hot mouth, sucking at her hungrily.

Panting from the exertions of Joe’s mouth, Raven couldn’t believe how it felt. Every tug, every lick sent a burst of sensations from the nipple to her womb, to the ache throbbing between her legs. It was amazing, so amazing that she tightened her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, trapping his lips against her breast. Arching her back, she rubbed the nipple over his tongue. He responded by increasing the sucking pressure and rapidly flicking his tongue across the nub until she whimpered his name and tightened her legs around his waist. ing ing her pelvis against his, she instinctively tried to alleviate that ache by grinding her hips against his, and grasped when another bolt of feeling almost caused her to scream. With a final, loving lick, Joe released the tender nub and attended to her other breast, quickly fastening his lips around it and giving it the same attention as he had given its twin.

Raven felt like one great big nerve ending. All she could do was lie under him, twisting on the sheets, knowing she couldn’t take much more of it. She felt the pressure building, making her impatient. She didn’t want to be passive in their lovemaking, she wanted to touch him, she wanted to know what it would feel like to liked ked in his arms and feel his wonderful hardness rubbing against her bare flesh. She was determined to make it happen, and knew just how to go about getting it.

She slid her leg up as far as it would go until it reached the top of the sheet. Twisting her foot, she hooked her big toe in the sheet and dragged it down, exposing his buttocks and the of of his thighs. Removing her fingers from his hair, she brought her hands to his back and slowly caressed him, sliding her hands across the back of his neck, then moving to his muscular back before reaching lower still, grabbing his firm buttocks and pulling him closer to her heat. Feeling his shudder, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her feet in the small of his back and arched her hips, needing to be as close a possible to the object probing at her through the barrier of cloth.

Pulling his mouth away from her nipple, leaving it stiff and hungry, Joe kissed his way back up until he was nibbling on the delicate shell of her ear, kissing and biting her earlobe and hotly tonguing the inner shell, but turnabout was a fair play, so she pulled her earlobe away from his teeth and held him in place so she could repeat everything he did to her. When she finished exploring his softness, she whispered into his ear, “Pull off sheesheet Joseph, I want to feel all of you.”

Raising his head, he stared at her in mild shock. He was surprised she would make the suggestion without coaxing, but was more than happy to comply. He was beginning to realize that he loved this more aggressive Raven, and hoped she’d stick around. Flipping over, he untangled the sheet from around the lower half of his body and carelessly tossed it aside. Seeing Raven rise, shyly looking at his unbound nudity with wide eyes, Joe lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head and let her look her fill.

*He’s perfect,* she thought, bending forward slightly to get a closer look. He was all golden leanness and sleek muscles, the subtle power of a panther rather then the powerful bulk of a lion. He was as beautiful as she dreamed…and just as *intimidating,* she thought as she stared at his penis, apprehension clearly written on her face. There was no way this could work!

Seeing the look and needing to dispel it before she became overwrought, Joe grabbed her hands pla placed them on his chest. When she looked up, he signed, ‘I know what you’re thinking, my love, and believe it or not, it *will* work. When the time comes, we’ll fit together like a well-oiled machine,’ he promised. ‘Still want to continue?’

Even though she was still apprehensive about the probability of their joining, she trusted him. After all, he was more experienced then she, so if he said it would work, and then it must. Nodding her head, she watched as he brought her hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips before returning her hands back to his chest. ‘Touch me. Satisfy your curiosity about me, but first --’ Lifting up slightly, he pushed her gown’s straps off her shoulders, allowing the silk shift to slither down into a puddle of fabric around her knees, exposing her beautiful body to his eyes. Seeing her surprised expression, he winked at her and explained, ‘I’m as impatient for your naked touch as you were for mine. I needed to feel your skin under my hands.’

Looking down at herself, she saw the blush slowly creeping across her breasts. She knew her face was bright red from embarrassment. Trying to cover herself, she raised her arms to shield her breasts, only to be stopped by his hands on her wrist.

‘Don’t!’

“But…” she protested, watching his eyes kindle and sear her with an intense look.

Pulling the tangled silk gown off her legs, Joe signed, ‘Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll never tire of looking at you. Would you deny me what brings me so much pleasure?’

All Raven heard was that he thought she was beautiful. *Her*…beautiful. She then realized that she *felt* beautiful when he looked at her. Slowly dropping her hands back to his chest, she let him look, no matter how embarrassed she felt. “No... I could never deny you anything. If seeing me nude pleasures you Joseph, then by all means, look!”

Smiling at her daring, he told her, ‘I have been looking -- I’ve been looking at you since the day our paths first crossed.’ A thought brought him up short. ‘Are you saying you wish to pleasure me?’

Shivering delicately, she managed a breathy, “Yes.”

Guiding her hands, he placed them on his stomach, slowly stroking her hands back and forth over the hard abs. Releasing her, he signed, ‘Touch me. Touch all of me.’

Raven couldn’t believe he’d just given her full reign over his body, but she wasn’t going to debate it -- she too curious for that. Not entirely certain where to start, she bent over him, her long hair trailing over his lderlder and chest, and planted kisses all over his body, beginning with his lips, then his neck, then his chest. Staring at his small copper nipples, she wonderedtheythey were as sensitive as hers. Deciding to find out, she softly kissed his nipples and heard his shaky, indrawn breath. Feeling more confident now, she repeated the process with his other nipple and felt his hands slide into her hair, holding her in place. Knowing she was on the right track, Raven took one nipple between her teeth and gently bit him, then drew it into her mouth to suckle at him, flicking her tongue across the hard point. When she had him clutching her, she removed her mouth and continued her exploration. She kissed and nipped her way down his chest, his stomach, stopping briefly to wetly tongue the shallow dip of his navel before following the intriguing arrow of fine golden hair that lead to the even larger patch surrounding his penis.

Sitting back, she hesitantly reached out and touched the tip with one slim finger, and was startled at the way it jumped when she made contact. Intrigued, she gently grasped him, laying him in the flat of her palm and studied him. She has never seen a totally nude man, but sensed Joseph was above average -- nearly as long as her forearm, and as thick as her slim wrist. The curved mushroom-shaped head was a deep purple, engorged from the blood being carried to it by the many veins covering his shaft. Tracing one with her finger, she felt him jerk in her hand, no doubt a reaction to her curious exploration. Tightening her grip around the shaft, she pulled the skin taut and moved her hand in a sliding motion, amazed at how the skin shifted in her fist. Keeping up the motions of her hand, she heard his moan as he thrust his hips into her palm.

Scared that she might have hurt him in some way, she risked a quick peek at him. If his expression was any indication, then she just did something very right. The man was enjoying himself -- that much was obvious, because he was staring at her through sea green slits, the heat in his eyes threatening to consume her. That was not the look of a man in pain; instead, he looked like a cat that finally got his canary -- or in his case, Raven. He looked well pleased and satisfied.

Which was exactly how Joe felt. Her innocent exploration and curious touches were tying him in knots, be woe wouldn’t trade it for anything. When she touched his penis and begin exploring it, he thought it was over then, but he supposed he had more will power then he thought, because he managed to hold off -- barely -- and he wasn’t finished. Covering her hands with his, he showed her how to stroke and tease him, how to excite his pulsing hardness, bringing him to the edge of sanity and control. She was an eager student, sliding her wrist up and down on his hard length, carng hng him with her hand. Before long, she had him shivering, trying to suck air in his starving lungs. He felt like he was losing his mind; she had excited him so much, he couldn’t suppress the single pearly white drop that condensed on the tip of his penis.

Raven was caught in her latent sexuality. She was enjoying touching him, pleasuring him; it was almost as good as when he touched her. She had easily snared him in her sexual web and reveled in the power she had over him. It was a heady thing to know it was *her* making him shift and twist on the sheets, *her* who called forth his moans and pleasured him so totally. She was drunk off the sexual power he allowed her; intoxicated from the feminine power that was hers and hers alone. She felt it rush forth, surging through her veins like a living thing, giving her the confidence she would have otherwise lacked when touching him -- confidence that allowed her to fall naturally into the role of demanding seductress.

Joe was watching Raven, aroused by her aggressive love play. To him, there was nothing sexier then watching a woman exert her power over his body. Most men wouldn’t admit to it, but he enjoyed being submissive; he enjoyed giving up the control he held under such a tight reign. He needed it. Many people didn’t understand the instinctual desire for the strong to become the weak, to subject themselves to the mercy and trust of others, to give up total control. He understood it, just as he suspected the alluring creature caressing him was beginning to. Nothing had ever turned him on more. She was sexy -- a beautiful angel and a wanton demoness. She was totally responsive, a blessing that only d tod to her allure and called to him like nothing else had.

Unable to endure her sensual teasing for another second, he pulled her down to his chest and flipped her onto her back with him half covering her. Not content with that, he dragged her body completely under his and kissed her senseless as she brought them into stark contact.

Raven was beyond shyness, and modests ths the last thing on her mind -- she was arouaroused now. She parted her legs and felt him ease between them, his penis brushing her outer labia and rubbing against it. The skin-to-skin contact was wonderful, so wonderful she just wanted to rub her body all over his. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t stop touching him. Sliding her hands to his muscular buttocks, she pulled him closer to her heat, bringing them flush to each other.

Joe took the hint and proceeded to excite her body back to a fevered pitch, deep kissing her until her lips was swollen. Swiftly moving down her body, he made stops to nibble at her neck and collarbone before taking the stiff nipples back into his mouth, suckling and licking at her until she was moaning his name and twisting on the cool cotton sheets. Releasing her nipples, he placed a string of wet kisses along her abdomen and tongued the shallow dip of her navel. Sliding down in the bed, Joe gently ran his fingers through the silky ink of her pubic hair, amazed at her softness. Using his finger, he traced her soft outer labia, stroking her flower until it unfurled and bloomed for him. When she was opened, he parted the hot inner labia and teased the tight bundle of nerves at the top. Soon her natural moisture coated her vagina, making her sleek, hot and ready. Slowly, he introduced his finger inside her sheath.

*Oh God!* She was tight, *really* tight, around his finger. If it wasn’t for her moisture, he was sure he’d never have been able to get his finger in her at all. Feeling her tense slightly at the intrusion, he held still while she got used to his finger inside her. His patience paid off; soon, she relaxed and he was soon rewarded with the hot dew of her desire. It covered his finger, making it easier to move inside her. Rotating his finger in a wide circle, he tried to loosen her vaginal muscles before sliding his finger almost out and then gently replacing it, simulating a thrusting motion. Raven’s moans were the only sounds in the room while he repeated the motion with his finger. He knew she was enjoying it because she was totally wet, his finger sliding easily into her vagina. He kept working deeper into her until he touched her hymen. He wasn’t surprised she was intact, though he wished she wasn’t - it could only mean pain for her, depending on how tough that little bit of skin was. Deciding to test it -- and if possible, get rid of it -- he slowly and persistently pressed against the barrier, watching her the whole time to see if he was hurting her. Aside from a small moan and a slight shifting of her hips, she didn’t show any sof dof discomfort. Taking his time, he prodded harder at her hymen. Still nothing. Retreating, he withdrew his finger and sharply impaled her once again, butting against the stubborn shield -- and still it held.

Swearing to himself at the obstinacy of her hymen, he told himself he shouldn’t be surprised. Raven had to be the least physically active of the Titans. Considering how and where she was raised, he knew a physical life style of any kind wasn’t encouraged; it was the spirit that was nurtured in Azarath. All of which meant that when he entered her, there was sure to be some pain for her. The thought of hurting her made him physically ill, but with some luck, a lot of patience, and skill, he knew he could bring her beyond the pain and show her the pleasure of bringing their flesh together.

He had to offer her the choice; he didn’t want to scare her with tales of pain and kill all that wonderful desire. She needed to concentrate on her pleasure, not on any possible pain. Continuing the sensual movements, her heard her moan encouragingly. Repeating the heated stroking, he drew moisture from her to lubricate her vagina walls so he could slide a second finger into her. That done, he placed his thumb on her sensitive clitoris and stroked it while using his fingers to widen the restrictive tightness of her vagina. He quickly built her to her first climax, keeping the little bud stimulated until her satiny inner muscles convulsed around his finger and she screamed his name into the night.

Not giving her a chance to calm down, he pulled her legs farther apart and wrapped them around his shoulders. As she crossed her legs around his neck, he slid his hands under her buttocks, pulling her closer to his mouth. Lowering his head, he tasted her free flowing honey, using his tongue, lips, and teeth on her swollen flesh, intent on creating her second orgasm of the night.

“Azar! Please… please… Joseph,” she begged, feeling the wonderful pressure building again. If someone had told her she would be lying on her back with a man between her spread legs pleasuring her orally, she would have been shocked to her soul. Now it seemed she couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t there, nor did she want to. Her only concern at the moment was concentrating on her pleasure; she had never felt so uninhibited in her life. He had her so hot she didn’t know if she was coming or going; all she knew was that she was close, very close. She felt the pressure build until it was almost unbearable. Grabbing the back of his head, she locked him in place and thrust her pelvis against his mouth, silently begging him for the release she craved.

Joe was more then willing to bring her to fulfillment. He wanted to see her completely lose her composure. Gently, he captured her clitoris between his strong white teeth, then took it between his lips and sucked -- hard.

“AZAR!” she screamed, as lightning bolts of sensation traveled all over her body, stealing her breath as she was overcome. He took her to a place where the pleasure was so intense it was nearly pain. She writhed wildly on the bed, clutching the sheets; afraid he would stop, afraid she would die if he didn’t. Her whimpering was loud in the room when she suddenly drew taut, arching up from the bed as a wave of excruciating pleasure ripped through her body and carried her over the edge.

Moving up her shivering body, Joe covered her with his, patiently caressing her while she recovered. His own need was so furious his hands shook, but he ruthlessly leashed his desire. If she decided she’d had enough and no longer wanted to continue their lovemaking, then that would be the end of it, so he forced himself to calm down and focus on her instead of what his penis was screaming at him.

When the glazed look left her eyes and her breathing slowed, becoming more even, he asked her, ‘How do you feel?’

“I feel wonderful, like I touched the stars. I do not believe there is anything that can compare with what you gave me.” Pulling him down for a deep kiss, she softly whispered against his lips. “Thank you Joseph. That was beautiful, and you made me *feel* beautiful.”

Returning her kiss, he signed, ‘You are beautiful, and you’re welcome. It was my pleasure, love. Ready for more?’

“Oh, yes.”

Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he leaned over and reached inside the tiny drawer of the bedside nightstand, pulling out his wallet. Opening it, he reached inside a zipped side compartment and pulled out a row of multi-colored condoms. There were three of them, each wrapped in its own plastic compartment with a cover of shiny silver foil. Tearing off one and laying the rest back on the table, he turned to Raven and held the condom in front of her embarrassed eyes before placing it in her hand. ‘This,’ he said, closing her fingers around the condom, ‘is so we won’t make a little distraction.’ Kissing her deeply, he continued. ‘If you’re ready for the next step, we’ll continue. The choice is yours.’ If the look on her face was any indication, she would rather throw the condom at him than put it on him. Almost scared to ask what he did for fear of killing the mood, he signed, ‘What’s wrong?’

Raven was sitting on the bed staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. Any other time she might have appreciated his concern, but right now all she could think about was having him buried deep inside her, making her do shameless things. If she was ready? She felt like she was *born* ready. She wasn’t about to stop; stopping wasn’t an option -- not now, not ever. With a frustrated little shriek, she bent to Joe and kissed him like a starved woman. When they were both breathless, she said. “Yes, Joseph, I am ready -- by Azar, I am ready! I want you, now!” Tearing open the shiny foil package with more violence than was necessary, she extracted the moist latex inside.

Blue. It was blue, her favorite color.

Not sure how to put it on, Joe saw her hesitation and reached for her hands, showing her where to place it and how to roll it down his shaft, making sure there were no air bubbles so that it fit him like a second skin. When it was finished, he gently kissed her hands and laid her on her back, taking the time to arouse her again and watch her tremble on the cool cotton sheets. Feeling the warm honey moisten his fingertips, he knew she was ready. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers and sat up. Wanting to warn her about the possible pain, he signed, ‘Raven...I may have to hurt you.’

Blinking, she asked, “Hurt me?”

‘Yes, I have to get through your hymen and unfortunately, it’s stubborn. There’s no help for it, but I promise it will only hurt this once. Then if you still want to continue, it will be well worth it,’ he said, winking at her.

For one brief moment, Raven was completely quiet; then she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down on the bed and folding her legs around his waist. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him softly and looked into his eyes. “I can deal with pain; I have done so all of my life. I want this, Joseph -- I want *you!* I understand what you are saying, and I still want you. So, my love, no more excuses. Come to me,” she whispered huskily, arching her pelvis and rubbing against his crotch.

Smiling through the feral need surging through him, he eased between her legs with his penis in hand. Giving it a quick stroke to make sure the condom was correctly in place, he guided himself to her moist vagina and sought entrance, slowly pushing into her hot depths. It wasn’t easy; despite her arousal and the dampness that readied her for him, she was still unbelievably tight. Taking his time, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each motion. Her body was resisting the increasing pressure, and the pain surprised her. She tried to endure it silently, but it grew progressively worse with each thrust. When he reached the barrier of her hymen, she couldn’t stop the small distressed cry from escaping her lips.

Tensing his buttocks, he relentlessly pushed against the tender flesh, willing it to qui quickly. She dug her nails in his back, crying silently from the pain, but not once did she ask him to stop. She just tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her, offering what help she could. Kissing her in gratitude, he redoubled his efforts and pushed harder; the barrier gave under the pressure and he surged deep inside her, stretching her wide around his thick shaft, her vaginal muscles clamping down on him hard. He didn’t stop until he was seated to the hilt and she was shifting helplessly under him, trying to find some level of ease.

Now that his masculine goal was accomplished, he used his touch to reassure and calm her. He continued to hold her as he kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, stilling her restless motions and giving her the time she needed to relax and get used to him.

Opening her eyes, she saw the concern in his brilliant green gaze. Threading his fingers in her hair, she read his lips. “Are you OK?”

Reaching up and kissing him, she replied, “I am fine now. There is no more pain.”

‘Still want to continue?’

“Oh yes. Love me,” came her breathless reply.

“Always,” he mouthed before thrusting into her once again.

At first there was more pain, but the twisting thrust of his hips made her arch off the bed with something that wasn’t pain but was just as intense. There was no warning, no gradual lessening of pain and build up of pleasure, just a jolt of sensation that made her cry out. He did it again, and she realized that it felt good -- so good; in fact, she couldn’t help the small cry from escaping. “Oh!” she gasped, as he slid home, filling her to overflowing. She felt her vagina stretching, growing moist and lubricating her tight walls, making it easier for her to accept his thrusts. Once she relaxed, she began to enjoy the fiery tingling deep in her loins as it grew in intensity, setting her on fire, making her burn in Joseph’s arms. Unable to lie still, wanting to participate, Raven began thrusting her hips upward, matching his body stroke for stroke.

*Oh yes!* Joe thought as he rocked his hips back and forth, driving his penis inside her hot vaginal canal. By now, he knew exactly what she wanted, and how she wanted it. With every thrust she gasped a high-pitched “Oh!” before flooding him in moisture, growing hotter and wetter each time. He had never been with anyone who made him feel so powerfully *male,* especially when she grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper into her, panting for more. Whatever the lady wants.

Joe increased the tempo of their lovemaking with wild abandon, going deeper and pounding her with all his power. It wasn’t the gentle coupling he had in miarliarlier, but the relentless passion of experienced lovers. As long as she was enjoying it, anything they did was fine with him.

Raven felt like she was losing her mind. The more Joe thrust, the deeper he went, the closer she came to ripping the sheets to shreds and screaming like a banshee. She was at the edge of her sanity and the relentless drive of his hips was sending her over the edge. She felt possessed, desperate, and damn near frantic for release. She was close, so close; she was constantly screaming his name now, and didn’t care. If she didn’t climax soon, she was sure she’d die. She could feel it happening, building with every thrust, with every kiss, with every movement made on the bed. She was living flame and only Joe could extinguish it. The speed of his lunges increased and she helped by gyrating her hips and buttocks, driving him to a gasping frenzy. His passion swept her along as their frantic breathing merged and reverberated through the room, their bodies tense and straining as they approached that wonderful, mutual collision.

Joe knew she was ready when he felt the internal clinching of her vaginal muscles on his shaft and the shivering she could no longer control. Good thing, because he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer himself. That in mind, he set about making sure she came before he did. Reaching under her thighs, he slid his hands down her legs and pushed them forward, not stopping until her knees were hooked over his shoulders. Although the position nearly folded her in half, the reswas was a deeper penetration with minimum effort - and the effect was astounding.

“OH, AZAR!” she screamed, on the verge of climaxing. “Oh…again, please…do it again!” she cried. Her orgasm had been right at the surface for long minutes, but thanks to this new position, she finally she lost the war and came with a force that left her screaming at the top of her lungs.

“JOE!!!” She screamed as she felt fireworks explode between her legs and the world tilt dangerously, shaking her and tossing her on waves of excruciating delight, where she floated for what seemed like eons before falling gently to the ground like a leaf.

Joe wasn’t far behind her. Plunging into her depths one last time, seating him to the hilt, he released his hot semen into the condom, silently screaming her name into the night.

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He didn’t want to let her go, so he took care of the condom with one hand and pulled her over his body like a living blanket. For a long time they stayed like that, holding each other in the silence of the night. The lights were off but there was plenty of moonlight, providing enough light to see by. He was debating between making sure Raven was all right and just going to sleep. He’d never made love to a virgin before, but suspected she wouldn’t want to let this special occasion pass without a little talk. Nor did he, he realized, but first things first: making sure she was all right.

Reaching over to the small nightstand, he touched the base of a small brass lamp and instantly the room was flooded with the soft glow of artificial lighting. Feeling Raven shift restlessly in his arms, he quickly kissed her while he rolled her to her back. Breaking the kiss, Joe rolled to his side and looked into her eyes.

‘How do you feel? Are you all right?’

Stretching under his gaze and watching his eyes heat, she said, “Just a little sore; other then that, I feel wonderful. Ready for round two, actually.” She watched him hopefully.

Smiling at her daring, he shook his head. ‘No round two. You need time to heal, not to mention me - I think you broke my back!’ he teased, watching the blush bloom in her cheeks. ‘Now, let’s see what the damage is.’

Still blushing, Raven let him examine her, knowing this was something he needed to do. Staring down at herself, she didn’t notice anything major; a small bruise on her right breast, finger-shaped red marks on her hips, and…

*AZAR!* Blood…there was blood on the inside of her thigh. Not a lot, but considering she never expected to see any at all, it shocked her. “I am bleeding. Is something wrong?” she asked, looking up at Joe.

‘No, my love, nothing is wrong,’ he smiled at her. ‘Most women experience bleeding their first time, when the hymen tears.’ Draping the sheet over her, he added, ‘I’ll be right back.’ He left before she could ask him where he was going.

Slightly put out with him leaving her so quickly, Raven plumped up the pillow behind her head and waited for him to come back. She found that her mind started drifting, and uthe the time to reflect on what just happened.

She had always thought that giving herself to a man would prove traumatic, as it had for her mother, but she was wrong. Joseph had seduced her past caring about the fear, past the pain, past the memories of what Trigon had done to Arella. For too long she’d been repressed and closely guarded - no more, thanks to Joseph, her beloved.

No sooner had she finished that thought, Joe returned, gloriously nude, with a small plastic bowl filled with steaming water. Walking over to the bedside, he placed the bowl on the nightstand, then bent and kissed her. ‘I’m sorry about the blood and the pain, but this should make you feel better,’ he said, reaching over and ringing out a towel.

Understanding what he intended to do, Raven blushed again and quickly objected. “Joseph, I can do it myself. There is no need - ”

He silenced her with a finger to her lips before signing, ‘Hush. I wish to do this. You are my beloved, and I want to take care of you. Let me.’ Seeing her relax, Joe removed the sheet and parted her thighs. The warm, wet cloth touched her between the legs, drawing away the soreness and soothing the raw tissues. Deftly, tenderly, he cleaned away the evidence of their lovemaking, and then dried her with a soft towel. Raven sighed with pleasure. Smiling, he returned the bowl and towel to the bathroom. When he came back, he climbed into the bed, pulling her back across his body before wrapping them both in the thin sheet.

Snuggling closer, she laid her head on his chest and sighed, letting his heartbeat lull her. “I am sleepy.”

He was a little sleepy himself. ‘Are you sure everything’s all right?’

Turning in his arms, she looked up into his eyes and said, “I love you. I have never been better.” Kissing his lips, she whispered, “I am so glad I waited. You have made this the most beautiful experience of my life. I do not regret a thing.”

‘I love you too, more than life, more than anything. You are my world.’ ulleulled her tighte him him. Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he added, ‘Now my love, we’ll rest, and in the morning, I’ll have more to teach you.’ He winked at her.

She giggled. “I can hardly wait!”

Giving her one last kiss goodnight, Joe reached over and turned off the light. Lying in the embrace of his beloved Raven, he slipped into slumber, dreaming of her and the endless, timeless love that he’d been fortunate enough to discover, content at last.

© 2002 by Kenya - The Princess of Tamaran
All characters © DC Comics, a Time Warner Company.
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