The combination of an intimate touch between Navia's legs, and the sweeter touch of Théadan pressing his lips into the palm of Navia's hand seemed to have the desired affect of both inciting the need to satisfy their boiling lust with a greater urgency, while tugging at his lover's heart. Théadan did so love how Navia's expression could convey both these emotions in the same moment, seeing that raw need and desire in her eyes, and feeling it with how her body moved over his own, while also being able to sense that deep reservoir of emotion and feelings she harboured specially  for him. It made Théadan feel so special, and wanted, and loved. He was ever eager to satisfy his lover's needs, and make sure her pleasure was just as special for her as she was making it for him.<br/><br/>She guided his hand to her back, and there it remained until Navia did whatever she had planned. The other gave his hand that was so deftly assisting in Navia's pleasure, a small squeeze, she made no attempt to remove his fingers from her clit, and so that emboldened him to keep on doing what he was doing and rub his fingers more firmly over the sensitive nub. Her hands held him, and her lips pressed heatedly against his in another welcoming and passionate kiss. Théadan felt her shift, his eyes closed and unable to see what she was up to, it was only the change in how her hips rolled against his, and how his head seemed to rub more firmly against a different part of her vaginal walls that gave him any inkling to the change. Once their kiss broke, and he reopened his eyes, he could see how Navia was less straddled over him now, her breasts bobbing in a hypnotising fashion before his very eyes. It was more like she was now crouched over him to lower herself up and down the length of his shaft, and allow his swollen head to penetrate deep within her. The strokes were long and firm, stimulating the entirety of his member and leaving him groaning his pleasure with such satisfaction.<br/><br/>Navia wanted to know if this new pace was fast enough, and in a word Théadan could have answered with a very enthusiastic 'yes!' But she shifted her position again, her arms wrapping around his neck, pillowing her breasts against just below his chin, her nose rubbed against his, and her hips gyrating on his. Less of his member was being brought out to be taken back inside of her, instead she was having his engorged head reach deeper inside and stimulating those sensitive glands around his engorged head. Her lips traced along his jaw again, and his fingers resting on her back, keeping her close, curled as he felt the first stirring of his climax within his sac. "Oh Navia..." He moaned beneath all of her affections and her attempts to help bring him closer to orgasm. "You need to push me up against walls, or drag me to the floor more often." He grinned pulling his head back from those lips decorating his jaw in little kisses to smile his pleasure at his lover.<br/><br/>"Both..." He answered her question, for both her methods at pleasuring him felt so good now he was sure it would not take long for her to push him over the edge into climax at this rate. "Either..." He mumured happily before kissing her lips and deciding to decorate her in all his affections as she had for him, pressing his lips along her cheek and down to her jawlines, seeking her neck. "You feel so perfect either way." His lips tasted her neck and sucked at her tan flesh, wanting to leave another of his marks on her for him to grin at every time he saw it for days to come. "Navia..." He moaned, intending to warn how this new pace was driving him ever closer to his orgasm, when he suddenly heard the creak of the floorboards again, a whistling of a tun that grew louder with every step, as yet another one of the sailors descended down to their deck, interrupting their lovemaking.<br/><br/>"Again?" Théadan groaned his frustration. He could feel his lust boiling in his sac, his hard shaft, twitching deep within her to the tune of his heart beat, wanting little more than for Navia to continue the rolling of her hips so they finish what they had started, and he could be relieved of all the need that was now clouding his thoughts. He had to take a deep breath to bring his breathing back under control from the excited panting he had been doing just a moment before in his attempt to be as quiet as possible. There was a glimpse of movement out the corner of his eye, and with a turn of his head, Théadan could just see through a gap less than an inch between boxes, there was the ships cook, having come down to shift through crates and barrels, opening the tops to inspect the contents, looking for whatever he had planned for the ships dinner tonight.