The yelp Théadan released from her touch startled her and Navia had to swiftly remind herself just where her hands were so she did not jolt them. She looked down worriedly, but Théadan was also gazing downward, block much of her view. Her hand on his member slowed and her fingertips surrounding his sac froze, the fear that she had hurt him with her gentle exploration causing her to not move until he spoke again. Luckily he was looking back up at her with a warning that had Navia pursing her lips together. Théadan didn’t tell her not to touch him that way, and they were far past feeling awkward around each other that she knew he would, but if there was even a chance of her harming Théadan, especially when they were supposed to be bringing each other pleasure, Navia wasn’t going to continue.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” she whispered with a smile, “I don’t want to risk it.” All it took was the relaxation of her fingertips and application of pressure of the pads of them instead to change the way she fondled his sac. As an alternative to her nails softly dragging against the hot skin, she gently rubbed and as soon as Théadan’s fingers dipped into her underwear, Navia knew it was a wise decision. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingertips touched her directly, but it was his thumb passing over his clit that had her hold on him tightening to squeeze carefully. Groaning as her body struggled to keep still, fingers tempted to try to guide his into pushing into the hot depths of her core, Navia bit down on her lips to try to keep under control. It was just so difficult though, Théadan was making her head spin. Luckily he abandoned the attention he had been giving her sensitive breasts and leaned up to speak of his desire for a kiss.<br/><br/>Navia cast her gaze down at her lover, lustful dark eyes regarding the emerald ones she so loved. How was it that after dozens of times together, numerous ways and positions, speeds, strengths, that she continued to crave his attention? That her body quivered beneath his touch, flushed with desire? She knew how wet she was for him, knew if she did not have him soon, she would ache for him. Never had she wanted a man as much, as often, as she did Théadan. It brought forth a wave of affection that pushed through all the heat and lust, leaving Navia to oblige Théadan instead of teasing him or putting off kissing him. She started near his temple with a few soft kisses, taking her time to enjoy the texture of his face beneath her lips, and trailed along his jaw until she finally reached his lips. She was unwilling to use a hand to tilt his head back when both were busy pleasuring him, so Navia bumped her nose up against his to guide him to lean back a bit.<br/><br/>Her mouth covered his eagerly, the taste of Théadan filling her senses and making her greedy. Her tongue sought out his, coiling and rubbing, her lips pressing more firmly against his own. Navia moaned her delight of it, the merging of their lips muffling the sound, and she moved closer to have more. Breasts pressing against his chest, her abdomen rubbing on their arms, her hands working on his erection and testicles a bit more firmly while his continued to tantalize her, Navia was in bliss. But it could only be enough for so long, for the closer she pushed, the more pressure Théadan’s fingers could have on her own arousal. With the desire to couple with him driving her, Navia dragged her lips from his, breath coming shallowly as strings of saliva glistened between them. “It’s not enough,” she whispered while pulling her hand from his pants and raising her hips to try to line up with him despite still wearing her underwear. She was lost to her urges, her voice thick and a little demanding when she murmured, “I have to have you inside—“<br/><br/>The shout of Khluri that whoever it was would grab a new rope jolted her and Navia instinctively looked in the direction from which the voice came, her dark hair rioting around her from the hasty way she turned her head. One of the sailors could be heard tromping down the stairs and walking across the steerage deck. He said hello to Wyndagar in passing, his boots clomping on the wooden floor until the sound of a door opening and him stepping into what was likely the supply closet beside their cabin. Navia remained poised above her lover, her breath coming in fast pants from her excitement, but her dark gaze distant while she tried to listen for the man leaving so they could continue. It was a heady reminder however, and she knew then desiring to have loud reactions from Théadan would need to wait until they were no longer on the ship. She just needed the man to go back upstairs so she could have what she needed, not what she wanted.