She loved hearing the sounds he would make when they were all twisted up in their passions for each other. His groans were enticing, his body alluring, and Navia could not keep herself from wanting more. Her hands stroked the length of his back, slick and warm from the oil, and her mouth was hot on his neck while he spoke to her. It made her smile, hearing how he’d been longing for her, how his body had been desiring their intimacy. She looked up at him when he pulled her back, eyes widening slightly when he admitted he’d been so hard every morning. That stiffness and heat must have been uncomfortable for him with nothing to do with it; she wondered how he had hidden it from her until she remembered she’d been doing her own hiding in the mornings.<br/><br/>He was speaking of his need for her and pulling them into another fervid kiss, leaving her to forget how she’d been sneaking out of their room before he woke. A soft whimper of protest left her, swallowed up by his lips, when his hips withdrew from her, taking his stimulating grinding on her away. But it only meant he was about to finally give them what they both craved; she could feel his member lining up with her. She was tempted to pull away from the kiss to watch, such was her excitement to be with him again, but his taste called to her. In lieu of doing so, Navia leaned up to deepen their kiss, her hands tightening on his back muscles as she felt him begin to slip into place.<br/><br/>It was a smooth entrance, one that might have required him to go slow from the amount of time it’d been since they last made love, but she was so wet from all the tension building up between them that Théadan filled her quite easily, her body eagerly welcoming and clamping around the hot shaft. He moaned into her mouth, she had to fight back the urge to chuckle her glee that he would be so caught up in joining with her again, and then was moaning back to him when he thrusted deeper, her body trembling beneath his from the pleasure of it. Her hands were slipping along his back, trying to find a good hold on him with the understanding he would begin moving atop her when Théadan pulled back from the kiss.<br/><br/>A grin of her own blossomed across her kiss-puffed lips and Navia nodded her agreement that she was his Navia. She absolutely loved hearing it, it was the only possessive inclination she enjoyed, and she started to ensure him she always would be his when Théadan adjusted to begin rhythmically buck his hips. It was most satisfying to have him moving inside her again, to have his girth stretching her and the thick head of his member brushing her cervix with every thrust, and she moaned her love for it lowly. Navia felt overcome by it all, her body so wound up by him. Her legs slid along his restlessly, rubbing against his and becoming oilier as she tried to match the pace he was taking. Her hands could not take hold of Théadan the way she usually could, so she sent one up to grip the back of his shoulder while the other brushed through his black hair, spreading the fragrant oil through it without her thinking of it. “You feel so perfect,” Navia whispered to him, reverently brushing her lips over his before using her hand to guide him down so she could press grateful little kisses up the side of his face for finally giving them what they needed, “You’re always so perfect, Théadan.” And then, to make sure his past injuries were not bothering him as he worked his body over hers, Navia murmured between her kisses, “How do you feel? It doesn’t hurt?”