Step #1: Touch     Rule#1: Control

The lights in the apartment were low, but blazed in the inky night that surrounded the dwelling. Thirah moved through the main room, avoiding the low furniture. Her bare feet padded lightly, her toes curling in the pile of the low rug as she moved. She wore her red sleepwear and her hair was back from her face in a single ponytail.

"Come here."

Qui-Gon's low voice rumbled through the room. Thirah slowly turned and followed the voice to the dark corner of room. There were low piles of cushions lining a small outcove. She could see her Master's legs, shrouded in black against the pale pillows. His chest was covered in a lightweight tunic, complementary against his tawny skin. She stopped within a meter of the cushions.

Thirah hesitated and stared. The lights from the rest of the room barely touched the cushioned area, but what it did touch, it bronzed. Her Master's hair was swept back completely from his high forehead, and tumbled over his shoulders. Visible in the V of his tunic was his chest, broad and strong. The tunic itself was tied loosely, allowing it to fall open as it approached his waist. His legs appeared to go on forever, reaching and flowing in their black leggings. He was barefoot.

She had always felt safe and protected by her Master. His size and breadth had always served to make her feel secure, but now as she looked at him she could feel a hesitation associated with those very qualities. She so wanted to experience the same feelings that she had felt when they had kissed. The heavy, full/empty feelings, now that she knew what they were - arousal- she wanted that feeling again. But something was making her hesitate.

"Rah?" Qui-Gon's hand extended, his arm rising to put his hand at her waist height. "What is it?"

She bit her lip and sighed. She knew that their time was running out.

"Thirah." Qui-Gon leaned forward and gained his height, rising before her like a new moon. "This is not an order, a dictate from me."

"Master."she sighed as she felt his hands on her waist. She placed her hands on his upper chest with a slight exhale. "This is just all so new. So different.you are my master.."

He lifted one hand from her waist to cup the side of her face; the other reached to enclose one of her hands on his chest. She could not see his eyes; they appeared just dark pools. His lids slid shut over his eyes quickly. "Here I am not, Thirah. When your hands land on my body, you cease to by my student. When you touch me, trail your hand through my hair or across my skin..I am Qui-Gon to you. Simply a man that is 15 years your senior."

Thirah lowered her head as much as she was able. "It just feels rushed.I think that is why I am hesitating."

The warmth of her Master's hand spread as his thumb went under her chin to tilt it back. "There is no rush, Rah. We have all the time in the world." She could feel the roughness on the tip of his thumb as it rubbed the tender skin there on her chin. When she opened her mouth, that thumb ventured to her lips. Its texture on her opened lips sent a shiver through her body. He continued: "I can feel curiosity in you as well as some veiled want. Do what you want to do tonight, Thirah. If all you want to do is touch, or kiss.then that is all we will do."

Thirah sighed, her light breath dusting his thumb where it sat. Qui-Gon was her Master, her teacher.his body had always been used to demonstrate, to lead in lessons.but never had it been shown to her for pleasure. She knew, instinctively, that this was the difference that she would need to experience in order to feel truly at ease with this situation. Deciding quickly to try and vault over the problem, Thirah raised her hand from his chest to rub his neck.

Qui-Gon's eyes opened as he felt her light touch in his hair. Her fingers were slightly cool and as they traced along the skin of his neck, he suppressed an urge to shiver. His need was palpable; he could feel it thrumming in his veins. Just being near her burned him, made him wish to be pressed against her naked. His love was there, helping to bind his primal urges, but just barely. He gazed at Thirah's eyes as her hands ran around the front of his neck and down the V of his tunic. She looked in awe.

His hands fell back to her waist, his thumbs digging into her sleep clothes. He knew that she was touching him to overcome her hesitation, and therefore, did not return her caress, although every cell of his skin wished it. He was surprised by the roughness of his voice as he asked: "What do you wish, Rah?"

Thirah sighed and ran her hands down the exposed skin of his chest once again. His skin was so warm and there was so much of it. She wanted to run her hands over as much of it as she could. It felt so different from her own.like it held in power and might, and not just bones and muscle. He stood almost motionless in front of her, the only movement was his chest rising and falling.

"Here," he said gently, lowering his hands his belt. With a gentle pull, he released its wrapping and the tunic fell completely open. Her hands remained in the center of his chest as she watched the expanse of his chest reveal itself. He took her hand in his and moved it under the loosened fabric to curl over his shoulder. "Explore. Touch."

She looked up at his half-closed eyes. Nibbling on her lip for a moment, she decided to speak. "It would be easier if I could reach your shoulders more easily."

His half grin was wide. "Very well then, Rah." he turned himself back towards the cushions on the ground. He eased himself down into the softness, his hands on her hips guiding her down on top of him. She came to rest her thighs straddling his right leg, her hands braced on his chest. One of his arms looped around her, cupping her lower back. Her mouth was open and gaping by the time she finally glided to a rest. She could feel the bulge of his muscle rubbing against the inside of her thighs.

"Is this better?" he asked, his hands helping to steady her.

She looked at his eyes, now open and swirling with humor and something more earthen. It was a little unsettling. "Master?"

Qui-Gon was silent as he surveyed her. She was so close to him that he could feel her light breaths against his skin. He wanted her, but wanted her to feel safe and loved. Wanted her to know that his actions stemmed from his love for her. His eyes narrowed a little, and he sighed. "We have to get past this."

His hand came up and wrapped around the nape of her neck, tugging incessantly. Her arms bent as she was drawn to him, his lips touching the very corner of her mouth. She drew a rapid inhale and sighed as his mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her ear. His lips were hot, his breath even more so as it breathed into the shell of her ear. "I want you, Thirah."

She shivered, her arms weakening a little. Her head tilted to the side, allowing his lips to touch the ear. "I love you.don't be wary of me.I would never hurt you. We have to get past this."

Thirah released a hard breath and rapidly inhaled. Her body was both tensed from anticipation of his next touch and languid with heat from the touches

With a small sigh, he pulled his face away.

Thirah's breath stuttered as she tightened her hold on the fabric of his tunic. His face was shadowed, making his eyes seem mysterious and his features more angular. She felt waves of primal emotion coming off him as he gazed at her. His eyes swept from hers to her slack lips. As he craned his neck a little, she knew what he was going to do and accepted the inevitable with grace.

His lips were hotter this time, as though they were filled with his very life force. They brushed back and forth, teasing the skin. Her sigh sounded loud to her own ears. She felt herself surge, her blood in her veins sang, and her lips grew sensitive. Thirah arched her back a little as his hand traveled from her neck to her hair, burying itself in the strands. This was the feeling from the night before, the clamoring of her whole body to feel what her lips were feeling. It was familiar in its strangeness.

His lips moved to her bottom one, closing gently and tugging. His tongue brushed against the soft, sensitive skin just on the inside of her mouth. Thirah's mouth fell open more, allowing his tongue invade further.

Kiss me, Rah. She heard reverberating through her head. Tease me with these lips of yours

Thirah whimpered a little, moving restlessly on his leg. His fingers massaged her skull, encouraging her to continue the caress he started. She heard a small groan as he opened his mouth and enclosed her lips. Please, Rah.I need this.

She ran her hands up his chest to his head, curling her fingers into his hair. The heavy locks ran through her fingers like silk ribbons. I don't know..

Show me what you want. His mouth slanted over hers, his hands ruffling her hair. Show me

Thirah was drowning in the scorching heat of Qui-Gon's mouth. She could feel herself getting heavier, could feel her loins liquefying. His lips were erotic. Ebb and flow, pull and tug, they moved with a constant motion. She wanted to feel more. She wanted to.to.to .Tentatively, she pushed her tongue to his, rubbing across the rough surface of it.

The groan in her head was as loud as the one that her ears heard. His tongue retreated back into his mouth, leading hers with it. Her tongue entered into the lair of his, into the moist heat. It discreetly touched his, rubbed against his teeth. As quickly as it had encountered, it retreated, edging out of his mouth to lick at his lips. The brashness of his beard against the softness of his lips excited her and made her want to explore it more.

Releasing his lips, she sat back, and rose up higher her hands falling to his shoulders for leverage. She found her breath coming in fast and hard pants. "Qui-Gon?"

His head was resting back against the cushions, his bold blue eyes closed. "Rah."

"Was that."

"Perfect, Rah.perfect." His voice was low.

"I want."

"So do I, love.."

Thirah lowered her mouth to his, running her tongue over his upper lip. He chased after her with his mouth. His hulk shifted under her, his legs bending and urging her against him. Her hands ran down his chest, pressing flat against the muscle. Their lips met harsher this time. It was a chase and capture. Her lips closed over his upper one; his tongue urged the edge of her bottom lip. She pulled away to rethink her angle, only to have her lips captured in a searing kiss. Her tongue rubbed against his as ransom for her lips.

His growl released her mouth and she smiled. His answering smile was cut off as she lightly nipped at his lower lip. Qui-Gon grasped at her hair and ears, gently urging her mouth away from his. His hands shook slightly with tightly held control. He leaned his forehead against hers, "Would you like to touch me, Rah?"

Thirah opened her eyes and tried to calm her breaths. Her lips tingled; her body wanted to feel what her lips were experiencing. Qui-Gon's eyes were boring into hers with a heat she was just beginning to understand. She could feel the urge at the core of her Master's being. She nodded, breathless under his gaze.

Qui-Gon lifted his hand from her head and reached for her hand. Raising it to his lips, he ran his tongue over its lines and innocently pressed an open mouth kiss to its center. "I will only do what you want."

She smiled gently, tracing his mouth with her other hand. "Show me, Qui-Gon."

"Tell me to stop.if." his eyes were kind, but ardent. She shivered under their intense blue shadow. He was no longer her teacher; he was her lover. With his hair loose about his shoulders like a dark cloak and his beard like encroaching night, he looked dark and alluring. His eyes held caring and but need. She kissed his nose lightly with a reassuring smile. He returned the smile, and lowered her hand to his chest.

His back was bare. It was amazing how much skin that was there for her touch. It amazed her how his back would arch when her short nails would run down his spine. She was in wonder by how he would groan when her hands curled over his shoulders. Or by how his mouth would fall open to gasp as her hand brushed his still clothed buttocks.

But, by far, she was in awe of the power she seemed to have over him.

His tunic lay to the side, balled and tossed. He had stripped it from his body before he had laid her on the cushions. His hair, like a heavy curtain, lay across her neck shifting as his mouth ran down the side of her neck. The tongue that had so gently prodded her lips apart was now tracing the cord in her neck with ease. As he fastened his mouth to the area just below her ear, she arched, digging her nails into his shoulders. She could hear soft mewing noises coming from her mouth, catching on her pants.

Her body was singing. She could hear the throbbing bass in her veins, her sighs sounded like the wind in trees. She arched her back as she felt his hand ease under her hips, urging her against his body. She gasped his name as his lips closed over the shell of her ear.

"Please, Qui-Gon."

"What are you asking for, Rah?" his voice was dark and heavy. She arched herself further into his touch with a heave of her hips. His breaths fell heavily on her skin.

Her eyes opened and took some time to come into focus. Thirah almost groaned at the ruffled look of the man who lay on top of her. His eyes were wary, but brimming with want. "I don't know. I..just know that..please."

His mouth turned up with some humor. "Would you like my lips elsewhere, love?"

Thirah's brows knitted together. Her hands moved restlessly across his back, scraping on the corded muscles. Her skin surged at his suggestion. Her breasts rose and filled, pressing against his skin through her sleep shirt. Her body shouted for his further touch. "Yessssss."

His grunt was low, as his hand pressed into the cushion next to her head. "Let me know if I do something you don't like."

Her head moved restlessly on the cushion. Her hand wound in his loose tresses, pulling them taut. "Please."

Qui-Gon shook his head gently, allowing her hands to burrow deeper. With a sigh he brushed her lips again, "Hold on then."

His lips covered her chin, and moved lower, opening on her throat. His tongue brushed on the beating pulse to its side. She whimpered as his hands pulled at her top. "Gods, Thirah.how do you undo this..?"

"Buttons."she gasped.

"No time for buttons, Rah." he breathed, pulling at the straps that held the top. With a low rip, she felt her bodice slip away. The soft material ran down her torso, as his hands gently lead the way. She pressed her head into the cushions and then.

.his hand replaced the cool air. She could feel the calluses from years of saber practice as his digits traced the veins pulsing blue through her pale skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his fingertips running around her nipple, gently pressing. She could feel it tightening: a strange feeling as it had only happened previously when she was cold.and that was definitely not the case at that moment.

"Perfect," he purred. "So perfect, Rah." He lifted his head, and she opened her eyes to look at him. He appeared to be centered completely on her. "You are beautiful." his finger trailed down the side and up the other one. She shivered as his finger circled the other nipple. He lowered his chin to brush its roughness against the tender flesh. She gasped and was rewarded with his hand wrapping around the mound of flesh.

Thirah moaned as she felt his bristles excite her flesh. He blew gently, his breath grazing the skin. Smiling gently, and catching her eyes with his, he lowered his head completely to kiss the upper swell of her breast. Shifting down a little, he moved his mouth to delicately touch her nipple with his tongue. Thirah's eyes flew open wide and she gulped for air. Qui-Gon took the movement as invitation and suckled at the offered flesh.

"Gods." Thirah breathed, tunneling her hands deeper into the strands that she held. "That's...gods.."

He grunted in return, pulling more flesh into his mouth. His hand was massaging the other orb of flesh. She could feel the raspy surface of his tongue rubbing fully on the raised bud. She stretched her back, curling her toes into the pile of a cushion as she tried to gain her bearings. It felt like his lips were everywhere, inside and out, encouraging her, swallowing her whole. Qui-Gon hummed, his mouth vibrating around the flesh that it held.

After several minutes, she pulled on his hair, trying to drag him away from her skin. He grinned as his face pulled from her flesh. Thirah was startled to see virtually no blue in his eyes; his pupils were widened to the point of engulfing the pale sky that surrounded them. His body slid up hers until their mouths were even, and his hand curled into her hair. They both panted. "You didn't like that?"

"Ummm," she breathed, opening her mouth to receive his kiss. It was chaste and sweet, a brushing of lips.

He moved his clothed legs and hips against hers and Thirah's eyes flew open at the heat of his loins against hers. She could feel a hard lump against her thigh that had not been there previously. She knew what it was, what it signified. His hands pressed the clothing down her body, moving to the waistband of her trousers. Qui-Gon's hand gave up moving the material and pushed underneath the waistband.

"Qui." Thirah's hands grasped at his naked shoulders as his fingers skirted the edge of her thighs.

"I think you liked it, Rah..I think you liked it immensely." Qui-Gon sighed, his body pressing into her flank. "You like my mouth on your skin, don't you? Would you like me to continue?"

Thirah moaned at the combination of his low, tight voice and his warm hand brushing her upper thighs. Her hips rose and fell, eager for touch, eager to drive his hand to her center. Part of her mind was embarrassed by her presumed wanton behavior, another part screamed for more erratic movements to get what it wanted.

As suddenly as he had put his hand there, he removed it, reaching to trace the line of her jaw. She turned her head to stare at him, her breaths coming fast and hard. When their eyes met, he smiled gently. Qui-Gon's hand fell to touching her hair, tangled in front of her ear. "You are fine with this, Rah? I will stop if."

She bit her lip and shook her head once. Thirah was confused at the feelings, confused with the rampant thoughts and emotions swirling in her, but the last thing she wanted was for him to pull away. Her hands shook as she ran them down her stomach to the top of her trousers. With a push and a curl of a leg, she managed to pull the clothing off.

He continued to trace the skin of her cheek and ear, sighing. Qui-Gon's gaze would not fall from her eyes. "Beyond this point.it gets a bit more complicated. Beyond this." he exhaled. "I cannot take you teasing me.I know you felt me, Rah.you know that I am.ready."

"Erect, you mean." Thirah responded, smiling at his slightly chagrined look.

"So very clinical, Thirah." He grumbled, lifting her hand to his mouth. "I prefer the word aroused." He pinned her with his eyes as he drew her pinky finger into his mouth. She gasped as she watched his lips work around the digit. "And I am so very aroused." He pulled on her hand until it rested on the waist of his leggings. Her palm flattened, moist with nervousness, against his bare abdomen above the sagging material. "Touch me."

"How..?" Thirah gazed at him, holding his eyes with hers.

"Gently." he murmured, easing her hand further down on top of the material. Her hand rose under his as they skimmed over the bulge in his pants. She squinted as her hand curled around its girth. It was burning her palm. Qui-Gon's hand twisted atop hers and held it against him.

"You're."

Qui-Gon's eyebrow quirked as he led her hand down his length to touch at the very apex of his thighs. She could feel the moistness that existed there as a result of sweat. He drew both hands back up with a slight shudder.

Thirah sighed as they reached the top of the bulge once again. "You're."

"..ready for you." He moved her hand to the top of his leggings, and pushed both hands under the waistband. "Tell me if you want to stop."

She shook her head, her eyes growing wide as her hand met his flesh. The heat from his erection warmed her hand almost unbearably. Qui-Gon shifted his hips on the ground, moving so that there was more room for their hands. Their eyes locked on one another as he showed her a rhythm to follow, and after several minutes he raised his hand from hers to touch her cheek. "Like that, love. Touch me like that."

Thirah sat a little, rising over the now prone Knight. Her hand remained gently squeezing and rising and falling on his cock. "It feels so..hot."She shifted around.

His eyes were half-closed in passion as he answered her. "Blood, Thirah..you know that."

"But.I never imagined.such a change." she nibbled on her lips. With an exhale she removed her hand, eliciting a groan from him. She raised her hand to his lips and smiled. Her other hand pulled at the small tie that held his leggings in place. "I want to see you."

"Far be it from me to deny you anything," he grinned and lifted his hips. Between the two of them, his leggings were removed quickly.

Thirah replaced her hands, one wrapping around his erection, the other brushing against his testicles. Everything was hot. It became so much hotter as his back arched and he moaned lowly. "Rah."

It became downright blistering as his hand trailed down her abdomen to tangle in the curls at the top of her thighs.

Qui-Gon found he could barely keep a breath in his chest. He had imagined that Thirah would be responsive..he had thought that her body would be hot. He had not been expecting the way that her hands tightened on his cock, or the way that her head fell back on her neck with a moan. Nor had he expected the way that his hand would tremble as it touched her center.

Years of experience, several women satisfied, and yet, here his hand shook when he went to touch her sweetness. Maybe it was the thick liquid that coated his hand as it brushed her, revealing her want. Her need. Both of which, in her innocence, she did not completely understand. It would be his pleasure and his obligation to show her what they entailed. Maybe it was the realization that he was being given a gift, her innocence wrapped in her love that made him quiver.

Regardless of the reason, his hand shook almost uncontrollably as it grazed her opening. His fingers cupped and plunged gently into her crevice. Thirah 's head rolled on her shoulders and a low moan escaped her as he broke her surface. The liquid.the sheer inferno.the pure want that he felt in her.that coated his fingertips.it was.he gulped.

"Qui-Gon." she whimpered as her hands grasped at his cock and her hips moved restlessly on his hand.

"You are very wet, Thirah," he commented, his voice tearing from his throat. Her one hand left his sac and fell to circle his wrist as he delved into her. It was almost if she were holding him away, and yet pressing him there. Her eyes squinted as one of his fingers plunged deep inside of her. His voice turned to a growl. "And extremely hot."

"Please." she murmured, rocking herself onto his hand. He curled his finger and her eyes flew open. Her hand grabbed at his wrist to pull on it. Qui-Gon could sense no pain, but simply profound surprise and a sense of intrusion. He eased his finger back out easily and used it to stroke at her clit. The extra slipperiness helped his finger to run over its surface.

Thirah sighed and opened her eyes. "Master." Her hand stopped squeezing his cock and moved up his length with a feather light touch. His eyes fluttered and he groaned. When her hand lifted his cock away from his body, he could feel his own wetness coating his abdomen. He smiled gently at the look of amazement on her face as she traced his own weeping sex. "Wha.?"

Qui-Gon grimaced as he felt her hands inadvertently spread his moisture down his length. Her hands felt so small, so delicate against his cock. His loins were burning, crying out to allow climax.to bury itself into the heat, into her.. He fought for control, when everything within him cried out for pulling her to him, and covering her with his body and thrusting until they both met their completion. Her hands slipped back up his shaft, and rubbed so gently around his crown.

The steadiness of his voice surprised him. "As your body softens to admit me, Thirah, mine hardens..but we both lubricate." He lifted his head a little, burying one hand behind it to elevate it. "It is a sign of how much I want to make love to you."

She tilted her head a little to the side, eyeing his cock as her hand ran its length again. Suddenly he could not take the scrutiny, the gentleness..he grabbed at her hand, pulling it away from his flesh.

Thirah found herself being pulled on top of her Master. He pulled until her face was even with his, his blue eyes boring into hers. His mouth twisted in a slight grin, and he gently kissed her lips. "Have you had enough exploration?" he rasped out. "I want you to learn.but..Rah.. I want.I need to be inside of you."

"Qui-Gon." she lifted her hand to his face, and watched as his hand intercepted it and pressed it to his mouth.

"Can you feel the slow burn..? Can you feel my desire? My want? My love?" He lowered her hand back down to his cock. His hand moved from his demanding organ to touch at her opening once again. He could feel the moisture from her wetting her thighs. "Can you feel your want.your body is aching to be filled." he eased his finger back inside, his thumb falling to rub at her clit. "I would fill you."

His groan met her sigh as his finger began to slide in and out of her. The pace that he achieved and maintained was slow but constant. He felt her hands squeezing his shoulders in time with his strokes inside of her. She gasped and moaned on the point of furthest in stroke and sighed on his finger's withdraw. "Do you like this?"

Thirah's mouth fell open to gasp as he pushed his finger inside as far as it could go and wiggled it around.

"Do you like that, Rah? Do you like my." his mouth closed in a searing kiss on her lips, his tongue plunging in her mouth. " My finger touching.you..like..this?"

Thirah could here the crinkling of the cushion as her head moved on its surface. How could he expect an answer when he was doing such wonderful things? "Ummm."

Qui-Gon's hand curled over her neck, keeping her close. "Would you like other parts of me there..?"

Thirah moaned. Her throat felt as though it were closing. What he was doing felt so good, so incredible, so wonderful..it hurt when he pressed hard.but it was pleasurable.

"I am hard as nails for you, Rah.."

Gods, what would it feel like? A second finger pressed inside, widening her. Her back arched and she clenched at his cock, held tightly in her hand.

"I'm shaking.love..you can feel the need.? I ache.I want to make love to you." Had he been paying attention to the tone of his voice, he might have been surprised at the pleading tone he heard. But he didn't care, all that he knew.all that he felt was the burning want. Everything centered in his groin.and the need to have her spread wide under him.the feel of her flesh clenching around his..Thirah.

"I can.feel it..Master." she breathed as her hand fell away from his cock and his head bent back on his shoulders, an explosive moan pushing from his lips.

His fingers pushed all the way inside of her, buried to the third knuckle. She cried out his name as his fingers gently scraped inside, rubbing against her. Qui-Gon could feel the wetness seeping out of her, covering his hand and palm. With a stuttered breath, he pulled his hand away from her and met her startled glance with a smile that amounted to a leer.

"Now." he snarled, his hand falling to his cock to stroke at it. "I need you..now."

His eyes closed and squinted as he felt Thirah's moisture spread on his eager penis by his own hand. It mingled with his own seeping juices and his strokes became slick. "Please.. Let me.." He sat up fully on the cushions and cupped her face. "Thirah."

When his eyes met hers in close proximately, Qui-Gon slowed. The hand holding her chin shook slightly. His world had collapsed to just Thirah and his want. But the look in her eyes brought him back to reality. "Do you want.?"

"Yes." she whispered.

"It will hurt you." he whispered back.

"It will be beautiful, Qui-Gon," she answered, easing out her tongue to touch his thumb that was near her lips.

He smiled, lowering his hand and trailing it down her leg. With a quick move, he turned and pulled her into his arms. Accompanied by a small chuckle and a light giggle, their bodies collapsed to piled comfort. When they settled, Qui-Gon was braced between her thighs, his groin rubbing against her opening. His arms were taut and his face hung above hers. "I will certainly try.." He moaned, feeling her heat rub against him in time with her breaths.

"There is no try." Thirah sighed, arching her back and reaching to cup Qui-Gon's broad, strong shoulders. As she arched, his blunt head eased just inside her warmth. His groan was heart felt and soul deep.

Qui-Gon sat back on his heels, his arms reaching to drag Thirah's hips toward his. His hand ran along the coolness of her skin, helping the knee to bend around his body. Thirah gasped as she felt herself spread as wide as she had ever been, her sex tilted upwards. The Master's hand ran down her opening, covering it again in her liquid excitement. She watched in awe as he began to stroke himself quickly, almost angrily.

Years of the finest education in the galaxy had created a base of knowledge in Thirah that was formidable. That education had included most if not all of the textbook information of sexual techniques, etiquette and physiology of the galaxy's different species. She knew all of the intricacies that were involved in the idea of lovemaking. But the sight of the man that she cared most for in the world kneeling between her thighs, his eyes centered on her pussy, stroking his cock with a power that made her shiver. To see the purple of the skin poking through his clenched fist.and to know that was from her and for her..

No, there was no education in the universe that could have prepared her for this.

"Are you ready, Rah?" he spoke with an edge.

"I think so," her own voice sounded tight to her own ears.

She felt the cushions settle to the side as his hand pressed heavily into the pile. His thighs supported and separated hers even further. Her hips were moved down until they hit his flesh and her body tilted a little up. She felt his hot, large hand stroking himself near her entrance and then..

It was a gentle prodding, not unlike his fingers, only much.much larger and broader. And the heat.Thirah threw her head back and clutched at the only part of his body that she had to touch.his shoulders. As he tensed, his body slowly inched inside of her.

Thirah's body rejected the feeling of something that large separating her, but it felt right also.

"Gods, Thirah." Qui-Gon's voice was tight and gravely and his other hand landed next to her head on the pillow. She could feel his buttocks tightening as he slid further inside. She moaned at the feeling of his girth, pressing, spearing.. Suddenly he stopped his movement and gazed at her. He looked forlorn as he leaned down to put his arm under her shoulders and allowed the other to slide under her hips. The landing of his lips on hers was a surprise and she gasped at his fiery touch. When his tongue entered her mouth, she accepted it easily, still allowing herself to adjust to his size. And then.

.his hips surged and her world exploded in sparks of orange and red. She felt a pain that ripped through her abdomen. Its acuteness faded rapidly to a dull ache and she whimpered clutching at his shoulders. His mouth remained on hers, swallowing her pain.

After a short period of time, he eased his lips back and suckled at the tender flesh of her low lip for a moment. She still gasped from the pain. "Let the pain go, Rah." he whispered hoarsely. "Dispel it to the Force..I am sorry I hurt you, love.there was nothing."

"I know," she sighed, scraping her nails down his shoulder as she felt him flex his cock within her body. The feeling of the movement was exquisite. She could feel every inch as it throbbed in her. His breaths grew more labored as he lay atop her.

"So tight, Rah, so hot.." He groaned in her ear. "Do you know what that does to me? Do you know how much I want to thrust?"

"Ahhhh." Thirah sighed, as she felt his hand tighten on her skin at her back. She could feel herself become moist again at his breath and his moans in her ear.

He pulled his hips back slightly and eased them forward again, moving her calves with his out strokes. She moaned in pain until he came to another rest, his thighs flush against hers and his cock completely sheathed. "I want you, Rah."

She moaned and arched her back as she felt his teeth graze her ear. He quirked his hips back and pushed them forward quickly. "Qui."

Qui-Gon began to move steadily, just small thrusts, small withdraws, small pushes. As every movement passed, Thirah found her pain easing. All she could hear was his moans, his pants, and his low grunts in her ear. It felt as though he possessed her entire body.as though he was her body. She felt so full.he was so large.and hard.

"I love you, my precious one," he groaned as he began to withdraw more fully. Thirah arched her back and slid her legs further up on his body. "Sweet.gods.you're my world.."

She began to whimper in pleasure as his body began to buck in earnest, pressing, pushing. The pain had disappeared, all she felt was his body, sweat, muscles and cock physically, and his want, need and desperation for completion in the Force. She felt bathed by him, washed in him..So much pleasure.so much..

"Oh.Thirah."

His moans in her ear made her quiver.

"Gods..come, Thirah.." Qui-Gon was beyond himself. She felt the cushions flattening beneath her, felt her buttocks hitting the bare floor as his thrusts became more wild, and less contained. There was a quickening inside of her, a rush of excitement, like a thousand eager nerves firing with each withdraw. His thrusts had his cock rubbing something sweet and achy inside of her. Each cycle of movement brought her closer to something..something that called to her.

"Please, Rah.I can't hold back much.." His neck was wet with sweat, his beard rubbed her skin by her ear making her whimper still.

The spot inside of her expanded and she felt like her entire opening was the nerve, was the ache, and was the need. His cock rubbed against her outside as it stroked in and out, but it was so wet that is was like a liquid caress. Still, she felt as though she were climbing a stairway that she never knew existed.

"Rah..Gods.come, Rah..I'm going to.."

Thirah felt him beginning to buck between her legs. She lifted her legs straight into the air by some unheard command. He moaned loudly and grabbed her buttocks to keep her at that angle. And she realized that the strange noise that she heard in her ears was her own mewing, her own pleading to him in whimpers, sighs and moans.

Suddenly her eyes flew open wide..pleasure like a tidal surge flowed through her. Like an explosion that started in her loins spread like a wild fire to all her other nerves. Even her fingers tingled. She screamed mightily, throwing her head back into what was left of the pillows.

"Thank the Gods." he nearly shouted and began to pound into her. No more than two seconds passed then Thirah felt Qui-Gon inhale and his hips thrash. Then everything stopped.

"Thirah." he groaned and she felt warmth like sunbeams coat her insides.