No time was wasted. As soon as her dress had slid down narrow shoulders and the fabric had exposed her breasts, Théadan did not hesitate to take them into his hands. Calloused palms met unblemished flesh, and Navia had sighed her delight of having his hands on her once more. But her real focus was on seeing whether he would answer the question she had posed. While they had always tried to be as honest with each other as possible, and were often direct in their thoughts and wants, she wanted to see if he would be so forthcoming. She had a suspicion Théadan would not share, simply because he wanted her to try to find out, and sure enough the smile on Théadan’s lips before he leaned in and buried his face in her chest told Navia he was likely not going to lay out a map for her. Not that she actually wanted one in the first place.<br/><br/>She could not keep from chuckling at the way Théadan breathed her in and enjoyed what she knew to be some of her most attractive features to him. With her one hand busy with its languid squeezes and strokes to his arousal, the other moved up to cup the back of his head. Fingers grated through thick black hair and pushed gently when Théadan’s lips began to press kissing along the curve of her breast. It made her pulse spike to watch him slowly make his way toward her nipple, the anticipation of having him take the sensitive bud into her mouth sending a shiver racing down her spine. Her breasts were just so sensitive to his touch lately that him even kissing near the nipples had her wanting to beg for more.<br/><br/>To her luck, Théadan was not giving away any little secret pleasures he had to help her become so lost in his feelings that he was more vocal, for she would have missed every word. Navia looked on as Théadan’s hot mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue tortuously laving until he pulled back to speak again, telling her it was her duty to figure out how to make him lose enough control that he was loud. A smirk quirked her lips, but it soon vanished as Théadan moved his focus to her other breast. “Théadan…” She whimpered needfully, squirming some in his lap as her hand in his hair pushed to encourage him to keep going. “Do it again,” she breathed while his hands began to push her skirts upwards.<br/><br/>“Do…ah…<i>kamin</i>,” Navia moaned her surprise that Théadan was using both mouth and hands on her together when she had expected he was preparing to move on toward figuring out what to do with her underwear. Her hips undulated softly against his fingers, the temptation of having them touching her directly or filling her so great that she could not resist pushing closer. Frustration spiking and unable to capture his lips with hers when they were so busy bringing them both pleasure, Navia pressed her lips softly to his forehead and temple, kissing what she could reach until the irony struck her. She had to chuckle throatily while she looked down to watch his mouth on her. “Here we are, talking about what I could do to make it difficult for you to remain quiet and you’re already making it hard on me,” she murmured, knowing those fingers of his could make it even harder for her.<br/><br/>That meant Navia couldn’t wait for Théadan to give her hints. Relying of what she knew of him, she allowed her thumb to smear the pre released from his tip across the head of his member, to curl her fingers around him to slowly push down the length of him and draw back the skin to expose the sensitive glands beneath. With a content little hum that came simply because she loved touching him, Navia brought her hand back down to the base of his member. Her hold on his hot erection tightened gently and she began to make her way back up to his tip, pressure mostly coming from her palm as her hand rotated back and forth to make sure to stimulate his entire girth. It wasn’t enough in her mind though, not to get the reaction from him that she wanted, so Navia withdrew her hand from his hair so it could join the one between them and used the lean of her body to keep her breasts from escaping Théadan’s mouth until he was satisfied with them. With her one hand continuing to work its way over the length of his hard shaft in a slow, methodical pace, the other pushed just a bit further down to find the sac still hidden away by his trousers. She didn’t bother pushing at his pants and just dipped her hand in as well to take it into her palm. Normally she gently kneaded and jostled the testicles within to gain delectable responses from Théadan, but curiosity had her instead very carefully and lightly dragging her nails across the sensitive skin.