Author Note: I think that this is pushing the rating about as far as I can go - I may even have toppled over it. If anybody does feel that, and feels offended by it, please message me from my author profile page and I'll try to do some severe editing to tone it down.

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She clung to him, crying out his name as she climaxed, and he was transfixed by the sheer joy on her face and amazed that he had brought this about by kissing her lips, her sweet breasts.

He kissed her lips swiftly and smiled down at her, this time allowing his hands to move to her hips, sliding under the elastic of her briefs. She moaned her pleasure at his touch, and he was surprised to find her hips still lightly thrusting.

He moved his body down hers, slipping her briefs off and then lowered his head to lap at her taught belly, moving slowly down to his target.

He gently pushed her legs open, allowing his fingers to gently brush against her, causing her to cry out and buck against him.

"Jun, I won't hurt you," he promised.

"Please, Joe, please, touch me again!"

He moaned and this time let his mouth replace his fingers, his tongue teasing inside her, tasting her climax. "Jun. Junie. You taste so good," he whispered, letting himself indulge in her sweetness. He was so hard, he was aching, but he wasn't going to forgo the pleasure of tasting her first man-induced spending.

He lowered his head again, this time lapping deeply and drinking from her. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled his head closer. He raised his eyes to see her arched back and felt her thrusting against his mouth.

Tongue replaced lips and he teased her, his tongue providing a promise of pleasures to come.

Fingers joined tongue and she cried out in pleasure. He needed her so much, wanted her, but couldn't bring himself to rush this pleasure.

She began to buck against him, crying out his name again and again, and he felt her climax again, his mouth being flooded with her desire. His hand lightly stroked through her curls, and his tongue followed, laving a trail and leaving her panting.

This time, he kissed up her body, exploring and caressing. When he reached her mouth, they drank of each other for a long time before he lifted his head.

He couldn't hold back now. His need was too great.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Junie. Just relax and let me do the work."

She smiled up at him and reached her hand up to stroke his cheek. "I know you won't, Joe."

He moved himself over her, guiding himself to enter her, glad that she was still dripping her desire. "Relax, sweetheart," he said as he felt her tense at his gentle probing.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply, distracting her as he entered. She cried out and he pulled back. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew his own size, and slowed down.

He wasn't expecting any barrier to his entrance, but she was surely a virgin, her passage so tight that he knew she'd been feeling discomfort at the least.

As he pushed further in, he rained kisses down on her face, on her breasts, and kept telling her how much he loved her, how much he needed her.

She grasped him and returned his kisses, her own hands caressing him. Finally, she pushed upwards, taking him to the hilt, and both of them hissed as they met.

"Oh god, Joe!"

"Relax, love. Please." He tried to stay still, to allow her to get used to him inside, but she was already moving, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

Pulling almost out, he thrust back into her, his own cry of pleasure drowning out hers. In an instinct as old as humans, her hips moved with his, her muscles clenching around him, drawing him onward.

Her hands grasped his arms as her legs wrapped themselves around him, opening her fully to his onslaught. With each thrust, she cried out in pleasure, and he found himself watching her face, enjoying her pleasure.

Then, with a swiftness that surprised him, he found he couldn't wait any longer, and his thrusts became longer, harder. Her cries drove him forward, and with each thrust he buried himself in her sweetness once more, their bodies joining. As he thrust, he felt his balls rest against her pert arse, providing even more stimulation.

It wouldn't be long now. He couldn't hold out any longer.

His thrusting became more and more frenzied and, just when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, he came, his cry of release joining hers as their bodies were joined. He felt like he couldn't stop, and his arms shook with the strain of keeping him raised above her, her nails digging into his shoulders, his upper arms with the force of her own passion.

He was saying something, but had no idea what, all he was conscious of was his own release, and the look of intense pleasure on her face as she once again climaxed.

Then, it was over, but he didn't want to separate them. Instead, he rolled them to their side, and tucked her firmly against him, still joined at the hip by their passion.

"Oh Jun," he said, nuzzling into her hair. "Thank you."

"I think I should be thanking you, Joe," she said, snuggling as close to him as she could, revelling in the feel of him still inside her. "I'm glad I waited," she said simply. "I can't imagine that I'd want to make love to anybody else. That anybody else could make me feel like this."

He groaned and held her tighter, this time giving in and kissing her. "Trust me, Jun, it's never been as good for me either." He ran his thumb along her cheek. "You've spoiled me, love. Just as well I don't want anybody else." He smiled and kissed her again, still revelling in the feel of her against him. He felt himself softening and shifted slightly, slipping out of her, but still holding her close.

She pressed a soft kiss against his chest, running her hands down his back, surprised at the shudder that went through him.

"You know I love you, Joe?"

"I don't deserve you, Jun. I'm no good."

"Stop that right now, Joe Asakura. I've told you that you're the best man I know." She moved her hand and stroked his arm gently. "You're stuck with me now, Joe. I've given you my virginity." She smiled cheekily. "And I know a good Sicilian boy like you wouldn't take advantage of a nice girl."

He swatted her lightly on the backside. "Never said you were a nice girl," he said lazily, and then indulged in a long kiss. "You are, however, incredibly good."

He moved slightly apart from her so that he could once again kiss and suck on her breasts. She gasped in pleasure and he raised his head to grin at her. "You're also incredibly tactile. I like that. I love that you enjoy my touch."

"What about you, Joe? What do you want?"

"To kiss you, cara. I love kissing the right person. I could probably spend hours just kissing and be happy."

"That's it?"

"No. I like being touched too, and I'll show you how. Oh Jun, there's so much I want to teach you. So much I want to learn about you."

She pulled him close and snuggled into his arms. "We've a lifetime, Joe. I'm not going anywhere."

"People aren't going to be happy, Jun."

He felt her shrug. "I'm a big girl, Joe. I've told you that. My decision's been made and I've chosen you." She paused. "I don't care if people don't like it. I've only ever wanted you, Joe." She yawned. "And now I get to sleep next to you, to discover what it's like to wake up next to you."

"Yes," he agreed. "I've always wanted to wake up with the person I love most."

She blushed and moved her head, kissing his chest, her tongue brushing over his nipple, and she was surprised at his hissed intake of breath. She looked up in surprise to see desire flaring in his eyes. "Joe?"

"Love, my nipples are as sensitive as yours. Trust me, one of the many things I want you to do is what you've just done and more. But not now. You need some rest. Otherwise you'll be too sore later."

"Later?"

"Yes. Later." He kissed her.

"Joe?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you mean what you said? That I was the person you loved most."

"Have I ever lied to you, Jun? Ever said anything I didn't mean?"

She shook her head, her smile illuminating her face. "I feel the same, Joe. But where do we go from here?"

He moved them into a more comfortable position and this time yawned himself. "For now? We sleep. Later, well, later we make decisions."

"Can I live here with you?"

"I built this house for you, Jun. I've loved you for a long time now. I'd love for this to be your home."

"I've never had a real home."

"Neither have I – not since my parents were murdered."

"Welcome home, Joe."

"Welcome home, Jun."