Breath came fast, but hips moved slow. Navia took her time; she had spent so much time teasing and skirting around having Théadan deep within her again that she wished to enjoy it for as long as possible. And how perfect it was. His scent filled her nose, his clothing brushing against her exposed breasts, the length of him hot and hard as it slid along her inner walls. With how well the last time they’d made love had gone and how little his latest injury had affected him, Navia was all the more confident there was no longer any reason to worry. And with the way Théadan teased her, she had to wonder if he was attempting to goad her out of the lazy way her hips rose and lowered.<br/><br/>She had to chuckle when he caught her twisted in up the lies she had told earlier about duchesses not having embarrassing stories and Navia briefly shrugged her answer to him, mostly because the following question he had was far more interesting to her. It made her laugh softly and she very nearly rolled her eyes at him, but chose to steal a peck of a kiss as an alternative. “It only is when devilish Mes’Mo’Tanian princes are as desirable as you,” Navia answered, happy to throw in some truth with her shot back at Théadan. She could have gone as well, could have whispered more on how desirable he truly was to her while her hips continued to slowly lift and press down, but Théadan’s hands were releasing her hips, distracting her. It was often when they made love in such a position that his hands might wander her back or enjoy her breasts, but one was slowly trailing up the inside of her thigh in a way that had her dark eyes searching his with a hint of surprise in them.<br/><br/>Sure enough, Théadan’s thumb brushed over her clit and a stuttered exhale left Navia before she was whimpering to him, her thighs briefly tensing atop of his while she watched his other hand bring her hand to his lips. It was such a sweet gesture to pair with an urging touch that Navia felt torn. He wanted her to move faster and the stimulation he gave her encouraged it, but the sweet kiss tugged at her affections for him. Navia needed Théadan to have what he wanted however, and so she smiled down at him and nodded, her fingers closing around his to guide their hands away from his face so her mouth could find his for another kiss. That hand of his was led to her back so he could help hold her close; she would need that support for what she had in mind. Once Navia was satisfied Théadan would keep his hand where she’d left it at least temporarily, her own took root at the back of his neck. Her other hand lingered along the arm caught between them, giving it a squeeze to encourage Théadan to keep going, before it fell to rest on his shoulder once again.<br/><br/>Rising and falling upon the engorged member so firmly rubbing against her inner walls was pleasurable, but Navia found it not as satisfying when Théadan wanted her to go faster. With her hands holding onto him and her lips busy with his, Navia did her best to adjust her legs without disrupting them too much. Her feet lifted to plant on the floor of the ship, her knees rising on either side of Théadan. The small shift gave her hips the freedom to roll more naturally against his and if she hadn’t pinned Théadan up against the stack of crates, she was confident he would have been able to assist with the movement. As it was, she was happy to lead them, her hips able to move not only briskly to slide him in and out of her depths, but more firmly. Body moving fluidly against his, the roll of her hips causing her torso to move against his and her breasts to bob, Navia broke the kiss with a low moan. “Is this fast enough?” She whispered to him, but took it a step further and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. It pushed her chest up high on his, her nose brushing his, another quiet moan leaving her, and Navia was able to increase the pace of her gyrating hips even more, causing less of his rigid shaft to leave her than before and delve deeper. “Or would you rather have this? Or anything else?” Her words were whispered heatedly, the new pace stirring up her impatience again and causing her to press hungry kisses along his jaw. She would give him whatever he wanted, however he wanted. Théadan only had to say.