The parting of her legs to him in that loving invitation was pure euphoria to the lovestruck young man. The whisper of his name between their kiss elicited a likewise response from him; "Miranda..."<br/><br/>Her hand was upon his waist, as if urging him on; urging him inside. The quivering entrance to her untouched womanhood was so very warm and inviting against the throbbing hardness that he'd developed for her. He could have never imagined a more perfect night, a more lovely partner -- it was truly ordained in the stars that they met. Smiling slightly against her mouth, he kissed her once more, a reassurance of their newfound love for each other.<br/><br/>Slowly, and with the utmost care and delicacy, Claude began to move himself inside of her. Her velvety channel seemed to at once invite and rebuke him; so very tight, yet so clearly longing to be claimed. Even he had to gasp from their initial contact as he ceased moving just barely inside of her, giving time for both of them to adjust to their beginnings of lovemaking before starting to press inward once more.