Théadan was at his capacity for how co-ordinated he could be, between rocking hips, roaming fingers, and a swirling tongue, he could do nothing more to give his lover the full extent of his attentions. The three actions he performed made it difficult to maintain a rhythm between all three, occasionally one slowing while he fixated on another, before noticing his attentions had shifted and needing to pick things up once more. It was difficult, a challenge most certainly, but thoroughly exhilarating and most rewarding whenever he heard one of Navia's sweet moans escaping her lips. The gasp of his name coming from her was every bit the reward he desired, and for an action he took just as much pleasure in doing as she took in receiving.<br/><br/>Navia's legs had grown restless, the calmness of their little grotto had long vacated in favour of the excitement the two of them were creating within. Splashes from her legs moving could be heard, but it soon silenced when she hooked her legs around his waist, and kept him tight to her. Théadan always loved that feeling of being trapped between her thighs, that Navia's desire for him could grow to such an extent her legs would wrap around him, embracing him and not wanting to let him go. He smiled to himself at that as he tasted the sweet flesh of Navia's breast, enjoying teasing her dark skinned nipple, so different to a Mes'Mo'Tanians rose coloured ones, but so appealing and exotic to his eyes. Théadan focused his attention on keeping Navia up near the giddy heights with which his fingers, tongue, and hips all drove her towards, he did not have the extra room to consider why Navia's hand left his own.<br/><br/>The water splashed, their bodies grew hot together, and the pleasure was all consuming. Other people could have entered the spa and be outside the grotto, and Théadan would not have known about it, but this also contributed to him being unprepared for the feeling of Navia's hand reaching for his hot sac and taking it into her palm to jostle and give a gentle squeeze. The reaction, as it always was, was immediate. Théadan gasped as he drove the length of his member to press against her cervix, twitching in anticipation of a release. The desire to let go and enjoy a climax was there, and would have been so easy to let himself give in to, but he wanted to give Navia more. He wanted to be sure they found release together, and not for him to let go in a moment of intense pleasure that caught him off guard.<br/><br/>His mouth had closed around Navia's breast and his hips ground against her, while his fingers had stopped their movement. Eventually a deep groan escaped Théadan as he let his lips leave her nipple alone, raising his chin so her could meet his lovers eyes. "Every time."He murmured softly, a little drunk on the intense feelings that were sweeping over him. He pressed a small thankful kiss to Navia's lips as his hips slowly resumed their thrusting, taking time to find the same urgency with which they had been driving into her. The feeling of her palm on her sac making it that much more difficult for Théadan to maintain a steady pace when he felt on the verge of a release every time her hand gave him a gentle squeeze. It was a weakness definitely. The warmth of Navia's palm on his swaying sac, and the slight pressure she placed upon it to coax at the root of his lust, always triggered the urge to bury his length deep within her, and release his seed inside. Only his desire to bring her to climax too kept those boiling desires at bay.<br/><br/>"Navia..." Théadan moaned against her. His hand having to leave her clitoris to hold her thigh while he tried to maintain some semblance of control over his own swiftly rising orgasm. "If you keep touching me like that, I won't be able to hold back much longer." He warned, using the added leverage of his hand on her thigh to drive his member more firmly into her tight depths. His lips found hers again to express all the love and passion for her, that his words could not when so overcome with the pleasure she gave him.