The sounds he made, the movements beneath her, only spurred her to want more. It was thrilling to know Théadan enjoyed her touch and kisses so much. For it to stem from the clothing she wore, or lack thereof, was all the more stimulating to her. He grinned up at her while she waited to see what his reaction to her touching would be and she smirked upon feeling him push his hips up to receive more of her attention. Navia obliged such a movement with another swirl of her thumb over the tip of his member, but her focus was more on the sweet words he had for her. She always loved hearing how much he enjoyed her attention and that Théadan punctuated it with another hungry kiss made it oh so much better. Navia hummed her approval into the kiss, loving the taste of pineapple that came with their lips merging.<br/><br/>Her hand was content to continue stroking his member, but Théadan’s hands were seemingly no longer happy with where they were. They smoothed down her body, leaving the satin of the corset to rest where her hips were bare thanks to the underwear she wore. He followed the curve of her hips back to her rear. There was something possessive about having his hands curl around her bare flesh there and their presence brought her to naturally try to press closer to him. His fingers followed the feeble excuse for underwear she wore with the corset, sending a shiver of anticipation through Navia while she waited for Théadan to reach what she hoped was his hand’s destination.<br/><br/>The whispered words he had for her when their kiss finally broke were sweet, but his touch was anything but. Navia gasped softly upon feeling his fingers skim over her wet lower lips and she looked down at him lustfully. She considered herself lucky as well and hoped Théadan never tired of trying to express just how much he loved her; he was just so perfect at doing so. “Ah,” Navia whimpered when his hand finally pushed the thin underwear aside to touch her directly, her body adjusting atop his while she bit down on her lip. She was desperate to kiss him again, to use their bodies to express all the love and lust they had for each other, but he was bringing a piece of pineapple up to his lips, distracting her enough to look down at him curiously when he only held it in his mouth and did not eat it.<br/><br/>She understood though, and grinned down at him, bringing her unoccupied hand up to gently take hold of his cheek to keep him in place. “I hope you do not,” she murmured back to him, leaning in close while she studied the pineapple piece he held for her, “I hope it continues to deepen, as my love for you does. Every day you do something that makes me love you even more.” Once she was confident Théadan understood just how much she treasured the love they shared, Navia went in for the pineapple-filled kiss. Her teeth closed around the piece, separating it into two pieces for them to share before her lips sought his out. The tangy, sweet taste mixed with the taste of him again and Navia’s fingertips tightened slightly on his cheek from the pleasure it brought her.<br/><br/>It was clear they were growing to ever closer to sharing their bodies once more and Navia was beginning to feel impatient. She tried to focus on the eager kiss between them for a time as well as doing her best to bring Théadan pleasure through her touch, but it was soon not enough. It would be all too easy to adjust her hips, guide his hand into pushing her underwear aside, and lower down onto the hot shaft waiting for her so she could have the satisfaction of Théadan filling her, but she had to make sure Théadan was getting everything he wanted. The stars were above them, the comfy chaise molded around their hot bodies, and the sweet pineapple was on their tongues and sticky on their lips. All that was left was fully expressing the love they had for each other. With a low moan, Navia regretfully pulled back from their kiss, her hand rising to wipe at the juices from the pineapple piece they’d shared. She looked down at him heatedly then, eyes lingering on his lips before she smiled at him. “This is your fantasy,” Navia murmured, “Tell me,<i>kamin</i>. How do you want me?” Fast and hard, slow and gentle, eager and quick, Navia would be happy with any of those options. She would give Théadan whatever he desired, he only needed to say.