So powerful was the exploration of her body, and the touch she shared that he felt like he was truly on fire.  No matter how little she moved or touched him, or how much she explored his body with her sleek fingers...it was simply not enough...and only seemed to arouse him more for her on every level possible...even in the Force itself. Her fire was so potent and washed over him, and Thal-ion was completely beside himself.  Never in his wildest dreams had ever thought to explore a woman's body, but this...this was what was happening, and not just her body, but every part of her soul, her mind...for they were so open to one another.  The feel of sucking softly on her nipples was intoxicating.  The way his hand roamed over her hips as he pulled her tighter to him was beyond exhilarating.  He felt hotter than if he had spent the entire afternoon in the open desert of Tatooine, and that heat was focused solely on Alethea.  She was moving more and more under him...her desire growing with each new touch, and it was driving him insane.  These strange movements of their hips in sync with each other was so enticing...and instinctively, he began to trace new kisses down from her breasts to her firm tummy.<br/><br/>These new kisses were just as slow and burning, and the young man did not stop there.  Instead, his newest set of caresses began to wander to the hem of her tunic pants, and these he began to pull away from her hips slowly...gently.  With each new centimeter they went lower, and along with this newest exposure of her body came the tracing of his kisses over her.  First over one hip, which were barely veiled in the undergarment she wore, and traced across very close to her inner thighs to the other hip.  Then, the kisses slowly descended down her outer thighs and her legs...every so slowly as he removed this piece of her clothing.  Once it was removed; he slowly stood up to remove his own pants, and then knelt back down before her on the bed.  From there, Thal-ion began to trace new caresses back up the opposite leg...slow...fiery...passionately...both hands exploring each leg as he went higher and higher...leaning into her as he did so.  Every new centimeter was another kiss closer to her inner thighs again.  In the Force, he allowed himself to play with her breasts...softly....ever so softly...massaging them with the Force while his kisses continued towards their newest destination.<br/><br/>There was no thought to what he was doing anymore.  Not even the use of the Force to touch her breasts intimately was a conscious thought, but simply him enjoying her every curve...every movement...every moan which went straight to the core of him.  Alethea felt so good to him...so wonderful...her skin so warm to the touch, and so perfectly inviting.  The way she touched him urged him to greater and greater needs to do more with her...to show her he belonged only to her.  In the Force, he shared his love for her...shared his deepest affections for her even as he created a small breeze with the Force to gently blow over Alethea's nipples...never thinking of what he was doing...only doing it.<br/><br/>And then, he was there...his kisses had arrived at the outer most area of her inner thighs, and here he paused only for a moment to glance up at his lovely companion...to see her reaction...even if he could feel it in the Force...wanting her more with each passing second.