Just as she’d indicated she’d wanted, Théadan’s mouth closed around her sensitive nipple and Navia’s mind unraveled. All she wanted was to be lost in how Théadan made her feel and he was succeeding in helping her do so. Her body writhed against his, hips rolling and leg tightening. Head tilted back to rest on the smooth rock she was pushed up against, Navia panted softly while her fingers curled in his hair. It was always so intense to have his mouth on her anywhere on her body, but perhaps it was partially because she knew how much he enjoyed them that his attention to her breasts was always especially thrilling. All Navia could think of was how blissful it was, how perfect. He was perfect for her in every way.<br/><br/>He was soon moving on though, his mouth leaving her breast wet and a little red from his affections. She was tempted to remind him her other breast had been devoid of his mouth’s attention, but he was rising up to face her again and she was curious to see what he had planned. The reminder that she’d won their bet earlier, even if she had cheated to do it, brought a small smile to Navia’s lips. She started to tease him for it, but Théadan surprised her by lifting her into his arms. Wanting to help him hold her easier, she wrapped both legs around his waist. It meant she lost the pleasure of grinding her hips against his firm thigh, but if Théadan was taking hold of her in such a way, Navia knew she would be gaining something even more satisfying than his thigh.<br/><br/>Her back was snug against the wall behind them, her head a few inches higher than his, but Théadan was still able to capture her lips in another kiss. Navia was happy to oblige him, her hand in his hair slipping out to wrap her arm around the back of his neck and rest on his shoulder to help hold him close while her other hand took the time to squeeze and toy with the head of his member. The reminder she got to have as much of him as she wanted and that it was her decision how Théadan made love to her was one that brought a grin to her lips and she nodded. There was so much she wanted him to do to her, wanted to do with him. She was greedy when it came to Théadan’s attention and to have the opportunity to decide how was stirring her lust for him even more.<br/><br/>First she wanted to give him what he wanted though, for her own patience of not having him entering her had also run thin. Wanting to make sure they both enjoyed the moment they first connected, Navia adjusted her hips and guided the pre-slickened tip of Théadan’s member to her hot inner core. “I wish for you to give us a moment to enjoy this like we had the first time,” Navia whispered as she slowly allowed him to fill her, taking him in inch by inch while her hands went to gently hold Théadan’s face in her hands. She had been so aware of him then, of every inch of him buried within her. Her dark eyes scanned his brilliant green ones to see how the pleasure of their bodies joining played out in the colored irises. She brushed her thumbs across his cheeks affectionately her hands slid back to curl into his hair and gently tug his head back to give her better access to his lips. Her mouth covered his, lips insistent against his, tongue seeking out its partner to coil around it. She wanted to make sure Théadan knew what somewhat reenacting the first time they'd made love was doing to her.<br/><br/>Navia did what she could to let the kiss continue until her hips came to a rest at the base of his member, the entirety of his hard shaft lodged within her. After trembling softly from the invasive, yet absolutely satisfying feel of it, Navia withdrew from their deep kiss, her eyes clouded with her desires. “I want it to be like that kiss you gave me,” Navia whispered, lips brushing his before drifting along Théadan’s jaw and over to his ear, “Only now make me unable to think of anything at all. I want all your passion; I want to feel as though I’m all you need in this world.” Her lips brushed along the curve of her lover’s ear before her teeth nipped at his earlobe and she whispered throatily to him, her voice laced with a challenge, “Take me with all the strength and rigor you can muster, if you think you can keep up with me.” It was a tease for all the times he’d marveled that she’d kept up with a hardened Mes’Mo’Tanian prince, one that she paired with a tightening of her legs around his waist to force him a bit deeper inside her.