No answer came at first; Théadan was too busy perusing her face and eyes with his gaze, but Navia did not mind. His movements scattered her thoughts, making it difficult for her to focus on anything for longer than a few moments. Finally he seemed prepared to take action and answer her plea for more, his hand first finding hers. Fingers interlaced and fell to rest on the bed beneath them, his hold on her strong and reassuring. She was happy to have that connection with him, found it sweet he would merge their hands in such a way, and was soon moaning thickly when the strength of his thrusts increased again. Body trembling beneath him, writhing under the pressure of his hips, her hand clung to his while he whispered to her again. “A-ah..” Navia groaned at first, unable to do much more than bite down on her lip to try to keep from climaxing without him, but she soon recovered enough to nod in response to his words.<br/><br/>“I’ll always want you,” she assured him, hand clasping at his back to keep up with him, “Forever.” And then she could not bring herself to speak further, for her body was teetering on the edge of orgasm after the additional strength Théadan had put into the strong thrusts of his hips. She could tell they were so close, the hard shaft rhythmically penetrating her depths was pulsating and hot. Her inner walls were clutching at him, trying to keep him from withdrawing so they could force him deeper, and Navia could barely keep her wits enough to not fall off the edge without him. Luckily Théadan was pressing his forehead against hers, drawing her gaze up to meet his, and she could see how close he was as well. He wanted her to finish with him, sweet words that she instantly wanted to oblige, and she nodded as her hand planted on the back of his neck to keep him close.<br/><br/>Lips closed the final inch between them for a brush of a kiss before she pressed kisses along his jaw and to his neck. She’d wanted to bury her face there, wanted to muffle the deep moans of her pleasure that were sure to come, but the orgasm took over before Navia could settle. Instead as the heavy trembles took over, her body stiffened beneath his and her head fell back to rest on the blankets. “Théadan,” she called out to him reverently, kiss-puffed lips parting as pitchy moans followed his name, the orgasm taking control in full force. Waves of bliss coursed through her, she could feel her vaginal walls convulsing around him and encouraging him to let go with her, and Navia could do nothing more than ride it out. She knew it would get all the better too; the moment he released she would have the added sensation of his hot seed filling her. The pleasure was so exquisite, she merely clung to the holds she had to him at hand and neck and enjoyed the fruits of Théadan’s labor.<br/><br/>It could only last for so long though. Not long after the blissful moments they shared at the height of their lovemaking, they were collapsing onto the bed together in exhaustion. They were breathless, they were sweaty, they were perfect together. The hand at the back of his neck relaxed, as did the one wrapped up in his, but neither made any move to remove the hold she had on him. Her chest heaved beneath Théadan, breasts rubbed against his chest with every shallow breath, and her legs lost the tense hold they’d had on his hips. How she wished they could curl up and sleep right there, but their heads were at the foot of the bed and they were on top of all the blankets, so she knew eventually they would have to separate and move to sleep in the bed properly. Until then, Navia was content to send her free hand up to soothingly comb through Théadan’s thick hair while he also recovered, a satisfied little hum emitting from her as she slowly exhaled.