A disappointed sigh passed through her lips when their kiss ended and she nearly protested, but opening her eyes to watch Théadan lick his lips after kissing her was far too distracting. She stared down at him longingly, wanting their lips to meet again, however he was speaking to her, gaining her attention once more. A grin immediately graced her features when he clarified she wanted his sympathy and Navia nodded, hoping that meant she would not have to endure not having him inside her much longer. And much to her delight, Théadan at least gave her the pleasure of his attention, his hands ascended her body to curve around her breasts for a squeeze.<br/><br/>Navia inhaled sharply under his touch and with his thumbs teasingly circling her nipples, she almost missed his comment about going mad. They were just so surprisingly sensitive, his touch sending shoots of pleasure through her that had her remembering the same thing had happened the last time they were intimate. The memory came to mind just as Théadan was commenting on how his hands had forgotten what her breasts felt like. That briefly knocked away the lustful hold her urges had on her and Navia looked down at her breasts to see if she could tell a difference in them. He had already moved on though, and instead of having a view of her breasts, Navia had one of Théadan leaning up so his hot mouth could close around her erected nipple.<br/><br/>It was nearly too much for her and Navia could not keep from writhing from the pleasured shivers racing through her as one of her hands slid up to rest on the back of his head. She urged him closer as small pants left her and by the time Théadan was leaving her breasts to find her lips for a kiss, her legs were restlessly shifting on the bed and soft whimpers were escaping her as she clutched him close. It wasn’t until Théadan rolled them so he was on top of her and she was looking up at him that she felt she had control of her body’s sensitivity to his affections again. She had thought she would lead their lovemaking, allowing him to not have to be as active as he had been in the past in case he was not fully ready, but the change in positions gave him all the power. Théadan would have to work more than she had expected to bring them up to what they so craved, leaving Navia to briefly hope he would not harm himself in the process in case his injury still lingered.<br/><br/>Hands greedily smoothing down his shoulders to his chest while he loomed over her, Navia drew her legs up so her knees could cradle his hips while he began to move over her, allowing the engorged shaft between them to rub against her wet folds in the most tantalizing way. Her hands briefly tightened at his sides as she fought off her impatient urges and she was nearly ready to beg him to take her when Théadan whispered to her how long it had been since they’d last made love. His voice was low and thick with his need for her, the tenor of it so pleasing to her ears that she released a low hum while she debated how best to answer his question of how much she missed their physical intimacy.<br/><br/>“I miss this when we go only a couple days without making love,” Navia answered him truthfully, her voice quiet and thick while she looked up at her lover, “To go so long without us sharing our passions for each other is barely tolerable. It feels like I'll never have enough of you to make up for all our lost time.” She wondered what kind of answer he had been expecting from her; if he thought she would be teasing or untruthful in her answer. The truth of it was that she could no longer keep up with the games they usually played; she was too lost in her hunger for him. Desperate for even the smallest relief from all the pent up passion she had for him, her leg rose up to hitch around his waist, pulling him down more and causing his member to press down on her lower lips as her hips began to match his gyrations. It was such a stimulating sensation that Navia slid a hand up to the back of his neck, her fingers curling into the hair there as she pressed her face into his neck. Moaning her frustration, Navia gently bit down on the curve of his neck, ignoring the taste of the oil coating his skin. “Now you tell me how much you’ve missed it,” she murmured, wanting to hear as much as he did, her mouth hungrily traveling up his neck in a series of bites, “Please,<i>kamin.</i>” Her hot lips settled at the base of his jaw then, and she sucked in the flesh to mark him as hers the way he had done to her in the past.