Everything was falling into place. They were both reaching the end of their control, both tightly holding onto each other to try to make it all last for as long as possible. Yet Navia knew if she needed to, she would do whatever else Théadan desired of her. At first he had nothing more in mind for her to do, instead sweetly telling her she was perfect in the most arousing of ways, his voice thick. He even managed to tell her her efforts were paying off; he was nearing the peak of his pleasure and his orgasm would soon be upon him. She was glad to hear it, she was putting so much into helping him reach that point, that her own pleasure was not at all her focus. It was his however, and Théadan so sweetly pointed out he wanted her to be satisfied as well, his hand gently taking hold of her cheek.<br/><br/>Navia wanted to shrug or shake her head; the evening was not about her. She was also tempted to remind him that his satisfaction was her satisfaction, but Théadan was continuing on. He spoke of what else she could do, mentioning his desire for her to cup his sac when she was ready for him to climax. It was the way he grinned up at her that truly caught her attention though; it was so cute and done with a twinkle of mischief in his green eyes. She couldn’t help but to laugh softly and shake her head slightly, her expression warm while she looked down at him and kept up with the hard, fast way her hips rolled over his own.<br/><br/>“I was already planning on doing that,” Navia revealed in answer to his request, leaning down to steal a brief teasing kiss, “A night of making love to you with your pleasure solely in mind would not be complete without it.” She knew his sac was one of the most sensitive spots on his body after all, and he always had the most exciting reactions to her touch whenever her hand reached between them to gently take hold of it. It was not yet time though; she was enjoying the hot, hungry way they made love too much to let it be over too soon. So Navia leaned in for another heady kiss, using Théadan’s lips and mouth to muffle the pleasured moans that were beginning to spill more frequently from her lips.<br/><br/>She tried to go faster, tried to force him deeper within her, spurred by the delectable touch of his thumb on her clit and her need to give him everything she could. Navia writhed atop him rhythmically, hand braced on the chaise giving her the purchase she needed to stay consistent. Eventually she reached a point where she could not keep the smooth pace however, and Navia knew it was then she needed to give in and use the last of her plan. Her body was too desperate to finish with him as it was; she could feel her inner walls beginning to resist her movements and trying to keep him lodged within her, expectant of his seed. After another hungry kiss, her lips tore from Théadan’s with a hot moan. Her hand left the chaise, the other still gripping his shoulder tightly to keep her anchored to him, and pushed down between them, past his own hand and her hurriedly grinding hips. “Théadan,” she said into his ear huskily as her forehead came to rest against his temple, “Let go. Let me have all of you.”<br/><br/>To convince him to do just that, to send him falling over the edge and into bliss, Navia’s palm skimmed across his hot, velvety sac before her fingers gently curled around it. She jostled the testicles within at the same time she thrusted her hips up against his one last time, grinding down to guide him as deep within her as she could. Then, to ensure she received what she desired of him, Navia gave his sac a light squeeze at the same time her hips swirled in a circle one last time.