Corso felt his breathing stutter, and was afraid to move. She was glorious. He could see she was a little self conscious, and pulled her to him, to stand between his legs. With him sitting and their size difference, it put her almost perfectly eye to eye with him, and he kissed her again. "Absolutely beautiful," he whispered against her lips, and he felt her blush.

Corso had less sexual experience than Miriah did, but being a perfectionist, had done significantly more research. For example, he knew, given the state of his body, that he would need to slow things down if he hoped to last long enough to please her. He started thinking about blasters, about how to take them apart and put them back together, and after a minute, he felt ready to continue. He turned her gently, and lay down on the bed, pulling her with him. She sighed and kissed his throat, making his blood hum. When he returned the affection, she let out a moan of pleasure, and suddenly his blaster trick was useless. His hands gently brushed her breasts, and he could hear her breathing change. "If I do something you don't like, please tell me," he told her, his voice soft.

"Sugar, I don't think you could," she sighed, and he stilled. Miriah has never called anyone by a pet name, not in my memory, he thought. It touched him, and he hoped she wouldn't forget what she'd called him.

He knows what he's doing, Miriah thought, not aware of his history. He had started exploring her body, his lips following his hands. When he sucked a nipple into his warm mouth, she clutched his head to her, reveling in the sensation. He continued his gentle exploration, noting to himself what seemed to excite her. She moaned softly when he kissed the soft skin of her belly, and when he reached the top of her pants, she held her breath. He felt her hesitate, and instead of pressuring her, he returned to her neck with kisses, using his tongue on a spot he'd discovered earlier would elicit the sounds he enjoyed.

Miriah was fighting an internal war. She wanted this magnificent man, so badly that she felt like a taunt line vibrating in the wind. She also knew he wanted more than sex, more than just a fling, and it made her nervous. It's hard to be too nervous when his tongue is on my ear though, she thought. She felt his large, warm hands on her back, as they grazed down to cup her and pull her close. She gave in to her desire and stilled her mind, content to just enjoy for a change.

He'd been following her for so long, that to finally have his hands on her firm ass was heaven. She was well muscled, he realized. He was torn between what his hands were on, and what hers were doing, lost in the sensation of fingertips on his chest. He didn't realize at first that she was unfastening her pants. He felt like he was going to ignite just from what they'd done so far, but the feel of her hands on his, encouraging him to slide the material from between them, made his hands tremble. He took his time, caressing her with every inch of skin he exposed. He moved to the foot of the bed, and slowly kissed her knees, her calves, and each ankle as it was freed. When her pants lay in a heap on the floor, and he gazed down at the lace between her legs, he slowly licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, and his own pants uncomfortably tight.

He took a moment to clear his head, but it was hard when this dark haired beauty lay before him, her eyes heavy and her body trembling with want. She reached for him, and he covered her, almost coming apart when their bodies met and she wrapped her legs around him. He reached down to her center, the damp lace making his hand shake. She's like this for me, he thought. Me. He pushed the lace away, and gently stroked her, his lips meeting hers at the same time. Her hips jerked with his touch, and she moaned, louder this time, the sound of her husky voice like an arrow to his groin.

I don't understand what's happening to me, Miriah realized through her hazy mind. I am always in control, even in bed. She opened her eyes and looked into Corso's, and saw the depth of emotion there, his total dedication to her. His fingers were doing magical things to her, and she finally decided she didn't want to control him, control this. Once she was able to let go and let herself feel, the heat coiling inside her spread, building. He felt her tremble against him, and brushed his thumb against the button of nerve endings he'd read about, and she cried out, spurring him on. He was breathing hard, his own need threatening to overwhelm him, and he slowed things down again, hearing Miriah whimper when he did. "Good?" he whispered, the heat of his hand covering her core making her lift her hips toward him. He never dreamed he would be able to give her this much pleasure. The only other woman he'd been with, they'd both been drunk, on his birthday last year. He didn't even remember all of it.

"So good," she breathed out, "but I want you..."

"We'll get there, darlin'. Just let me please you." He adjusted his pants to give him some more room, since things there were getting out of hand. Miriah noticed, and reached to touch him, surprised when he stopped her. "If you do that, this will be done way faster than either of us want," he chuckled breathlessly, and she knew that he was as turned on as she was. Instead, she wiggled the lace off her hips, baring herself to him. When he stroked her, his thumb finding it's new favorite spot again, she closed her eyes, her voice letting him know he was doing the right things. He inserted a finger into her velvet heat, and felt her respond immediately.

She was close to peaking, and her whole body shook. She encouraged him, moving her hips with his hand, and when his mouth closed over her breast, she fell, her cries loud and unashamed. He hugged her close to him, reveling in the way she looked, all mussed and undone, biting her lower lip. When her shaking settled, he nuzzled her neck. She hummed her content, returning his kisses. I've never been able to do that with someone, she thought, and now I see what all the fuss is about. She felt loose limbed and heavy, drunk on being the focus of someone's passion. She opened her eyes to see Corso looking at her, and grinned up at him. "Wow," was all she managed to say, and the rest was lost to his kisses. When she'd recovered enough to think, she wanted to touch him. All of him. She reached for his waistband and ran her thumb teasingly along the exposed skin. When she reached both hands down to unfasten his pants, he covered her hands with his own.

"I need to.. cap..Miriah," he stuttered. "I don't want to hurt you." She laced her fingers with his, noting how her hands were swallowed by his large ones.

"Why do you think you're going to hurt me?" she asked him, catching his lower lip gently with her teeth. When he'd kissed her senseless again, she turned curious eyes to his.

"Because," he stammered, looking away and then back at her. "Because you're so tiny, and I… am not." As he spoke, he guided her hand to the bulge in his pants, and saw her eyebrows lift when her fingers confirmed his statement. She sent him a smile, taking advantage of his momentary embarrassment to slip her deft fingers inside his pants. When she made contact with him, he hissed a breath and closed his eyes. When she freed him, and wrapped her fingers around his base, he groaned, trying to keep his composure.

"Corso, love," she breathed. "You are not going to hurt me." She gently stroked the full length of him, making him sigh. "I promise." When she started to use both hands on him, he couldn't take the intense sensation and rolled her on her back, settling into position. She again wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him, and slowly, he entered her.

He thought he'd be either too nervous, or too far gone, by this point to enjoy her, but he was wrong. Miriah felt the stretch but adjusted, and let out a satisfied mewl when he filled her. When he gave her a concerned look, she trailed her fingertips up his chest. "Perfect," she said, her eyes closed, and when she moved against him, he knew she was fine. He'd never felt anything like this, never dreamed that something so tight and hot would feel so wonderful. She pulled his head down for a deep kiss, and he was lost in the moment, his hips gently thrusting against her. The friction of their bodies moving and the noises she was making were driving him, and when she adjusted her hips a fraction, and he was suddenly deeper and wetter, he finally let go of his control. Time was gone, and all that was important was here, now, in his arms. He felt her tense around him, and for a moment thought he'd done something wrong, but her whispers in his ear reassured him, and a mintue later, when he felt her clamp around him, he shattered, their combined moans ringing through the cabin.

He held her against him, her face flushed and her heart racing wildly. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, stroking her hair away from her face, kissing her neck. He was unsure all of a sudden, unable to read her. The fear of disappointing her was great, but unfounded. When she kissed the underside of his jaw, and put her head on his shoulder, he felt complete. He held her close, closing his eyes, and felt something deep inside him click into place.

Miriah shivered, and snuggled closer to Corso. No one had ever made her feel like this, she thought. He valued me, thought I was worth all the thought and work he put into this night. I should be scared, but I'm not, she realized. She'd always felt like she didn't count, like she was an afterthought, but not now. Not with this man, she admitted. She, too, felt a change deep in her soul. A void that she'd always had, filled. She felt herself drifting into sleep, but opened her eyes to see Corso smiling at her. "Rest, sugar. We will be doing that again," she purred, seeing his pupils quickly dilate.

Corso nodded, unable to believe his luck. Somewhere, he thought, Risha's head must be exploding. He grinned and kissed Miriah, securing her at his side before giving in to sleep.