The oil was causing their bodies to glide across each other more, it was a little more difficult for Théadan to keep a good hold on his lover, but the movement was so pleasing, her flesh warm and soft beneath him. Navia seemed to have as much difficulty as he in finding a good hold because of the slippery nature of the oil, but that just meant her hands would caress his skin more, heightening those sensations that little bit further. It made the motions easier, far more fluid to thrust his length back and forth into her welcoming depths. She felt exactly how he remembered her to be, his hands may have forgotten how Navia's breasts had felt in his palm, but the familiar rhythmic clamping of her walls on his member remained the same. Théadan could feel her tighten on him whenever he grazed a particularly sensitive spot for her, the sensations caused his toes to curl.<br/><br/>Navia's legs shifted along his own, the oil was making this unique among all the times they had made love. Théadan hadn't considered how it might change their lovemaking, but it influenced their every movement together, made his thrusts a little easier, a little quicker. It warmed where ever their bodies touched, making Théadan want to hold her all the closer. Navia's hands found their way to his shoulder, finding a little purchase there while she ran a hand affectionately through his hair. Her words were loaded with all the pent up desire she had for him, he could hear her reverence as she guided him lower so her lips could press kisses up the side of his face, and calling him '<i>perfect</i>,' leaving Théadan with a big silly grin on his face. Even as she showered him in her affections, as their bodies moved in unison eager to unleash the lust that had built between them, Navia still had the presence of mind to ask how he felt, wanting to make sure he was not hurting himself doing this.<br/><br/>Théadan slowed his movements, hilting his member deep within her, his sac resting on her rear, and gyrated his hips to grind against Navia so they could continue to enjoy the stimulation of each others bodies. He took a moment to gather one of Navia's hands in his own, and press a sweet kiss to her lips, while guiding the hand down towards the scar across the side of his ribs. "No." He whispered his reply, looking deep into those dark thoughtful orbs of hers. "No pain." His hand took her fingers to run along the scar, hoping that it would help alleviate any worry she had that the wound may be aggravated by their lovemaking. There was no pain, his rib was still healing, but so long as not too much pressure was applied, then it would be just fine. For now Théadan's only problem came from being a little short of breath. As wonderful as it was to have this oil covering them, it was proving to be a little difficult to keep up with the added pace its slippery nature encouraged.<br/><br/>With his free hand, Théadan caressed down Navia's hip, spreading the oil yet further over her. Her legs had already accumulated plenty of oil from hitching up against his hips, before running over his legs. Running his hand around the outside of her thigh, Théadan slipped his hand beneath Navia and the bed, to find what little purchase he could. Her buttocks were one of the few places not yet coated in the oil, which allowed him the grip to change the angle of his thrusts, and continue the fervour of their lovemaking, picking up the pace until there was the sound of flesh slapping together, causing the occasional grunt to leave his lips, and his breathing to grow a little heavier. The slight change helped to stimulate the glands at the head of his member, making him groan. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, his breathing a little laboured from how he was exerting himself. "Mmm I have needed this, needed you." He said softly, holding his love close, wanting their bodies pressed tightly together so he could feel her chest against his.