With Théadan tenderly holding her face in his hands, she was given the perfect view of him finally succumbing to all the pent up passion between them. She felt him shift beneath her, felt the heat of his seed rapidly filling her, and the stiffness of his member as her own release began. Her body writhed atop his, heady moans escaping her lips as her name left his own. Her inner walls convulsing and gripping him tightly, Navia leaned her forehead against Théadan’s temple as her orgasm coursed through her and her body tensed from the spasms. Her hips ground down on his, working his member deep within her in an attempt to elongate all the pleasure they were getting from their releases, but eventually the ability to do so was robbed of her.<br/><br/>Navia’s movements slowed as the orgasm ebbed, her hips coming to a stop and the pressure of her forehead on his temple lessened. With a satisfied groan, she relaxed atop of him, adjusting her weight to rest mostly on his good side so she didn’t aggravate his newest scar. She’d move eventually, she told herself. Théadan didn’t need to be holding her weight until she was absolutely certain he was recovered from his injuries. And as it was, she could tell they were still giving him a little trouble. With one hand still lodged in his hair, the thick tendrils so pleasingly threaded between her fingers, Navia lifted her hips just enough to pull her hand free from between them after one last parting squeeze to his testicles. Then she was completely relaxing atop him and that hand went to rest lightly on his shoulder, her fingers gently caressing his oiled, sweaty skin.<br/><br/>They were both short of breath from their efforts, but Théadan sounded and felt far more winded than her. His breath was coming in thick gasps than hers, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. Her face having dropped down to snuggle up beneath his chin and enjoy the scent of the oil they were covered in, Navia shook her head slightly when he apologized for not being fully recovered, her loosened hair fanning across their shoulders and shifting with her movements. It was a silly thing for him to say and especially for him to apologize for it. “You did far more than I had hoped for,” Navia answered him quietly, her own voice soft and breathless, “I thought I should do most of the work to keep you from hurting yourself, so you surprised me when you took over.” She pressed a couple light kisses to his neck with a satisfied hum, “Mmm, and it felt so good to have you moving inside me again.”<br/><br/>Navia let her lips drift up to his jaw then, and showered Théadan in little happy kisses. It was just so perfect to be basking in the glow of their orgasms again and knowing they could spend all the time they wanted cuddling up to each other. It felt like months since they’d been able to instead of only a few weeks. And she could only hope they would be right back to their old ways, succumbing to their desires whenever they felt the urge so they wouldn't have to go so long without each other again. “What you probably need is more practice,” Navia pointed out, her eyes dancing with a bit of mischief as her lips traveled up the strong curve of his jaw until she reached his chin and she was grinning down at him, “You have to build your stamina back up is all." And then, because she was just so pleased with the way their evening had played out and she'd finally been able to get her hands on Théadan the way she'd been wanting to do for days, Navia could not keep from teasing him a bit. "I suppose if you asked me nicely, I might be willing to seduce you again. You know, for practice..."