His hips began moving against her, helping to guide pace in which her hand caressed his erection. She always liked how he did that, how he would use her to dictate how often he wanted her hand curling around his girth. They had shared their bodies so much since that first night together that their trust in each other was absolute. They also knew what they liked and were comfortable seeking out their pleasure from each other, fully understanding how giving they would be to each other. Wanting to give him more than only her hand upon his manhood and with Théadan kissing along her neck and leaving possessive little marks across her flesh, Navia’s hand slid from his hair to trail down his spine. She stroked slowly, his warm skin slickened with spray from the waterfall behind them. She loved simply touching him; there was so much gratification and awe in knowing he was only hers to touch.<br/><br/>A thickly spoken, lust-filled mutter of her name drew Navia from the dreamy thoughts she was having of Théadan while she got lost in all the sensations their bodies were experiencing. It brought her right back to that night all over again and she half-expected him to murmur how he needed her, but he instead chose to explain how tortuous his need had been before that evening in the hot springs. She chuckled softly at the thought of it and how miserable they would have been if they’d had to continue hiding their feelings for each other any longer than they had. “You do too,” she answered him, voice thick and throaty, a smile playing on her lips, “You bring out a need for you in me that I’d never experienced before you.”<br/><br/>He went on though, in that wonderfully quiet, husky voice that kept her completely enraptured with him. Navia hung to even spoken word, but kept the presence of mind to maintain the languid way her hands stroked him to keep him wanting more. “I like when you act like that,” Navia whispered to him, thinking of the times Théadan’s patience had snapped, of how he had surprised her, of how incredibly pleasurable it had been to have him nearly mad with need for only her. She had always been utterly exhausted and sore after those times, but far too pleased and satisfied to care. Navia wanted to tell him that, wanted him to know how masterful of a lover Théadan was, but his mouth and hand moved down to her breasts, sending a wave of anticipation through her and she whimpered needfully.<br/><br/>“Théadan,” she murmured his name, the hand on his back curling as she trembled against him. She was growing restless from all their touching and heady words. Her knee rose up so she could hitch her leg around his hip, her other foot balancing her weight. It brought their hips closer, widened her legs so more of her intimate lower lips were in contact with his thigh, and his arousal could slide against her abdomen more. Knowing how he liked to lavish his attention on her breasts and the sensitive nature of them, Navia could not keep still from the desire she had for him to indulge. He had seduced her with his words, excited her with his touch and voice, and teased her with the suggestion of what he could do to her breasts. It was nearly more than she could bear and she felt just as ravenous for him as he described his own need for her. “I—I can barely think right now,” she admitted to him breathlessly, a low chuckle escaping her afterward, “In moments like this, you are all there is in my world. You are everything to me.” Navia looked downward, wanting to see Théadan’s pretty green eyes and the expression on his face as her hand slid up his back and her palm cupped the back of his head. “Please,” she whispered, guiding that wayward mouth of his to the nipple aching for his attention, “I’m addicted to the way you touch me and how right it feels. Have more, take more. I have been yours to have since that first night I told you.”