Her efforts were rewarded with both the sound and touch of Théadan’s pleasure. He gasped and hummed into their kiss, his body shifting beneath hers and his hands tightening their hold on her waist. He had been smart to ask for such a movement from her; it always brought them both so much delight, and doing it a second time to him had made it all the better. He hadn’t been expecting it, she could tell by the surprised gasp of his name for her, and Navia smiled softly in triumph even as her own body trembled against his from the waves of pleasure the movement sent through her. What surprised her was the tenacity in the kiss he drew her into after; she had expected them to remain going slow, to draw out their passion until they could wait no longer and give in to their climaxes. Théadan pulled her into a fervent kiss though, one that he kept deep with a possessive hand on the back of her neck. It was thrilling.<br/><br/>Eventually he pulled back from the kiss while Navia continued the tortuously slow way she lifted her hips from his, only to let them fall back into place again. She blinked down at him, the lust she had for him fogging up her thoughts, and she could barely focus on anything other than the tempting way Théadan licked his lips. She started to lean in for another kiss, wanting his taste on her tongue again, but as she did so, Navia realized just what his hand was doing. His thumb pressed on her clitoris, sending shoots of pleasure through her. “Théadan,” she gasped his name in surprise, having not expected him to touch her when they were supposed to be focusing on him. Her body arched against him, hands dragging against his shoulders as small gasps left her. His touch was tortuously slow, but perfectly placed to make her toes curl and her hands to clench his strong shoulders.<br/><br/>Before she could fully recover from the surprise attention to her clitoris, Théadan was whispering to her that he wanted her to go faster, that he wanted her to ride him. Hearing such words from him, his voice thick and hungry for her, sent a shiver of her own need through her. Breath coming in small pants, Navia looked down at Théadan, taking in the lust and heat rolled up in his green eyes. Men had lusted for her in the past, she had been no stranger to the passions her husband had had for her body, but had any man ever wanted her the way Théadan did? Mind and body? With a desperation that reached down to a primitive level, where it was like the very essence of their beings called to each other? Navia did not think so, and that tugged at her heart, stirred up the love she had for him all the more, but she needed him to have what he desired, and that pushed aside the desire to be sweet and light.<br/><br/>A small nod was all Navia gave at first, her eyes remained locked on Théadan’s while one of her hands withdrew from his shoulder. It dipped down, then came back up with a piece of forgotten pineapple. She offered it to him, watching closely for the moment his mouth parted to take the golden fruit into his mouth. The instant he did, her lips were on his, hot and demanding and flooding him with the combined taste of pineapple and her. Her fingers barely had time to move out of her way and the kiss was messy, a clash of tongue, teeth, and sweet fruit. The combination of juice and their combined saliva dribbled from their mouths, but Navia did not care. Her mind was on how she could move her body to give Théadan all the pleasure she could muster.<br/><br/>Before she had been rising up and allowing his member to almost completely leave her body before slowly falling back down to impale herself upon it once more. The request that she ride him demanded a different movement, where she rolled her hips in fluid thrusts. She began a fast pace of just that, hips rolling back to remove part of his length, only to thrust forward again so they could have the pleasure of his hard, pulsating shaft rubbing along her wet inner walls. Navia released a thick moan once she had a faster pace set for them, knees pressing against the chaise for more support. The hand she’d used to bring the pineapple back to their attention braced against the chaise behind Théadan’s head, the other gripping his shoulder tightly and pulling him toward her more. Her breasts pressed high against his chest, pushed up by the corset, and her abdomen rubbed up against his with every meeting of their hips. “Tell me if you want more,” Navia moaned breathlessly, her body fluidly rolling and grinding atop his as she did her best to give him all he desired and bring him to a memorable climax.