Théadan took advantage of her leg helping to hold him close while his body moved atop her, making it difficult for her to focus on him after speaking to him. Navia still caught the way he paused to look down at her and the way a grin spread across his features upon hearing she loved him. What she enjoyed hearing was his reassurance that he knew how much she loved him, that he could even see it in the way she looked at him. She could see it when his eyes landed on her as well. Every smile, every small touch, told a story of just how much Théadan cared. They truly were enamored with each other and Navia would not have it any other way.<br/><br/>With another deep kiss between them so their mouths could express how much they cared in a way that did not involve words, Théadan began his rhythmic thrusts again. At one point he took the time to move his hips in a circular method, the head of his member swirling against her cervix and sending Navia into a few small spasms of pleasure, her body tensing beneath his and her arms around him tightening. The moan she released was muffled by their kiss, but it was more strained than before, pitchier, but the heat he stirred up in her from that one movement was temporarily set aside in favor of him speaking to her again. Her hands adjusted while he spoke, arms still wrapped around him to keep him near but her hands gently skimming through his hair.<br/><br/>Such sweet words were spoke to her, ones that tugged heavily at her heart and made the affection she had for him surge. Those times where they ‘d thought they were losing each other, particularly those few days after being torn apart, had been horrendous for her. Not knowing how he was or what he was doing, or what his fate would be simply for being with her, had eaten at her. And she also had to agree she had never been happier than when they were together either, leaving her to nod and smile as his hand brushed across her skin until it met her thigh. Calloused palms and fingertips met delicate bronzed skin intriguingly before Théadan was pulling her thigh closer and taking a better hold of her. Navia could feel the results immediately, his pace quickening and strengthening, leaving her to tighten her hold around him some as another a gasping moan escaped her.<br/><br/>Still Théadan repeated his love for her and a pleased smile bloomed across her features. “I love hearing you say it,” she whispered, one of her hands adjusting to stroke his cheek fondly, "It's always so special when you do." It had taken quite some time for him to feel comfortable saying as much, for him to feel worthy of saying it even though he had been all along, that she knew how important it was when he did. But it was growing difficult to remain focused enough for such heartfelt conversations when Théadan was leading their lovemaking, especially when it had been some time since he had. He had done it so expertly, taking them slow as she’d requested, then building them up to where she was trembling with the desire for him, her body trying to match his pace to help him reach as deep within her as he wanted.<br/><br/>Hands sliding down his back, then back up again, her fingers tightened against the mixture of scar and muscle that made up her lover’s back, Navia leaned up for another slow kiss. “<i>Kamin,</i>I—“ Navia whimpered once her lips parted from his, eyes imploring his as her other leg slid up to mirror the hold her first one had on him, “I want more.” To try to convince Théadan, her legs tightened around him one of the times his thick girth filled her, her hips rising up eagerly to grind against his and bring him deeper. She could feel the pressure building toward her climax after all, knew his must be as well, and so they just needed a little more of each other to finally reach that edge. Then they could leap off together, share in their orgasms like they always liked to do, and could spend the rest of their evening relaxed and cuddled up to each other. Navia could think of nothing better.