Théadan got the reaction from Navia he so desired. The sharp thrust hitting her in such a way as to cause her vaginal walls to constrict around him, for her body to tremble, and his name to escape her lips so reverently. She was looking at him in surprise, she must have been expecting him to let her do most of if not all the work, but Théadan wanted to assist in bringing them up to the heights of pleasure anyway he could. That the grounds for all this had been to show how wrong all those people were, was only added incentive for him help Navia in seeking their pleasure. Her fingers loosened at his chest, they had tensed, her nails digging into his skin a little and leaving red marks where she had gripped a little too tight. Théadan didn't care however, he was too absorbed with how good Navia was making him feel to notice a little pain.<br/><br/>Her hair cascaded down her back as she shook it out behind her. A renewed look of determination crossed her features, Navia began her movements once more, having recovered from his contribution to this carnal display of lust. The way Navia moved against him, she was making him feel all of her, her hips would roll as she moved, rubbing his member against her insides, making him feel how hot and wet she was for him. But at the same time, she would raise herself almost fully off his member, leaving only the bulbous head within so his glistening shaft could feel the air, before rapidly engulfed by Navia's hot lower lips. It felt so perfect, Théadan was left with his head laying back in the bed, looking up at his lover with adoration, letting out a gasp when the sensations were at their strongest, and a grunt when her hips met his hardest.<br/><br/>Their hands remained together, and hers held his just that bit more tightly, the other reached out to his chin while her lips descended to meet his in a messy kiss. Lips and tongues met, but Navia's movements never ceased. Her hips met his roughly, making him moan against her again, and she rolled to stir him within her, teasing his glands once more, his fingers squeezing her hand to help keep him grounded and hold back the rising orgasm she was steadily pushing him towards. Their lips parted, but Navia remained close, her breathless voice, hot and heavy in his ear was all Théadan heard as she demanded him to do it again. She tilted his chin up, his eyes now only seeing the ceiling as he felt Navia's tongue and teeth bite at his throat, enticingly.<br/><br/>Without any forethought Théadan gave Navia exactly what she wanted. His feet on the floor he used all his strength to drive his hips up, forcing Navia up a little at his member pushed deeper into her, stretching at her walls while his sac slapped against her rear. His free hand let go of her thigh to reach around her back, fingers running down along her spine, feeling the building sweat from all of her efforts. His hand reached down to the curve of her rear, and pushed down between the two soft mounds to force her hips back down against his as he drove himself up yet another time, trying to give his lustful lover all she desired, and rile up her lusts even further so her assault of his body wouldn't stop until she was completely satiated.<br/><br/>"Maybe I won't be the only one needing to call out their lovers name." He murmured, feeling her teeth and tongue still at his throat. Navia was all over him, her body pressed again him, rocking against his, filling him with nothing but the ecstasy she was capable of giving him, and all the while she lavished attention on him with her lips, leaving Théadan completely compliant beneath her every touch. Whatever she desired to taste of him, it was hers to have, whatever she desired him to do to her, he would without a second thought. Navia had him utterly spellbound with how hot and wet with desire she was for him, and his own arousal mirrored that desire with hard his member was, his sac aching a little with a coming release. "Whatever you want me to do to help, just ask." He murmured tensing against her. Théadan again forced his hips up against hers, a movement he would intermittently do to try and catch her offguard, surprise her with a much more sharp and penetrating movement of their bodies so she too could utterly lose all sense of the outside world, and care only for crying out his name.