How perfect it was to hear Théadan take pleasure in her actions, and even more so when he spoke to her. He always had such sweet sentiments to say, always let her know how he treasured her with his words. She knew he would keep his word too, Théadan was trustworthy, steadfast in his dedication to her. No sooner had he spoken of how he was going to give her more to keep her warm was he doing just that, the pace of his rhythmic thrusts into her increasing in the most pleasing way. The water around them grew more riotous with Théadan’s movements, their hands between them were trapped more often, and increased force had the pressure and heat within Navia building faster. She could do little more than try to meet his pace however, and continue to guide his fingertips in the right way to stimulate her most sensitive spot. Every meeting of their hips shook her body, drew breathy whimpers from her, and Navia was in bliss.<br/><br/>The pleasure he was giving her had distracted her from the hard surface upon which they made love. It wasn’t until Théadan’s strong arm curled around to protect the length of her back that Navia remembered she was up against stone, the unforgiving surface rubbing against her back. She much preferred his arm as it was, it drew her closer and gave her the sense that Théadan was wrapped around her as much as possible. He wasted no time in taking advantage of how she’d been drawn in even closer either, his mouth kissing down to her throat. He took the time to rub the scruff growing on his cheeks against her neck in the way he knew she liked and Navia released a heady moan in response, tilting her head back to give him access to whatever he wanted. She was his to have; he could take whatever he wanted, have her anyway he wanted. It appeared to not be his final destination however, for Théadan’s roaming lips continued downward.<br/><br/>As soon as she felt his mouth lower past the graceful curve of her collarbone, Navia knew where he was going. Within moments, his mouth was closing around a nipple, sending a burst of heat through her that had Navia moaning loudly, the sound heightened by the dome of the small cave they were in. It was nearly more stimulation than she could bear however; it combined with their fingers teasing her clitoris and his hard manhood thrusting into her had her writhing against him desperately. The hand she’d kept resting at his neck slid back to grip the muscles at his shoulder, holding him close to encourage him to keep going. “Théadan,” Navia gasped his name, her legs again restless on either side of him, sending water splashing until she lifted them to hook around his waist tightly. It kept her rooted to him, gave her a semblance of grounding when she felt like she was going to lose all sense of control from the pleasure he was giving her.<br/><br/>She wanted him up to those giddy heights as well. Wanted to ensure he was getting as much pleasure as she was when he was so focused on her. His arm tight on her back and her legs wrapped around his waist prevented Navia from contributing to the pace of their lovemaking any longer, but her hands were still useful. The one at his back was busy encouraging him to continue, having slide up to tease the hairs at the back of his neck, so her other hand would have to do. It meant losing how erotic it was for them to share in pleasuring her, and Théadan’s mouth and member were more than enough if he chose to withdraw his hand as well, so Navia’s hand gently pulled free from between her legs. Her fingers did not have to go far for what she had in mind, but it was a more mobile, faster target. It took a couple beats of getting used to the pace of Théadan’s hips, but Navia’s hand was soon taking his hot, swinging sac into her palm to jostle and gently squeeze. She loved the velvety texture, the heat coming from it, the power she knew it had over Théadan's pleasure. It wouldn't be long, she knew. She was losing control; pitchy moans tumbled from her lips with every thrust, her inner walls trying to clutch at him with every rub of his pulsating member. Neither of them would be able to keep up such a fervid pace with the onslaught of their erogenous zones.