With Théadan not slowing his hard, fast pace, her orgasm lingered longer than she would have expected. It kept her at his mercy, her body trembling from the force of the sensations he’d given her. Navia slowly came down from the high he’d given her though, her body exhausted and her mind blank. After a moment though, she realized he had not gone with her right away and was still moving atop her, but with a much more erratic pace. His lips pressed to hers, but Navia could scarcely reply, too worn out from all the pleasure he had coaxed from her body. She soon felt the familiar heat from his own orgasm however, and Navia opened her eyes in time to find Théadan looking down at her in the height of his climax. She always loved seeing him looking at her during that moment. It was humbling to know how much he got from being with her.<br/><br/>He had done so much to bring them up to such giddy heights and to ensure they leapt off that cliff into temporary oblivion. It came as no surprise to her when Théadan dropped to lie heavily atop her and she was quick to welcome him. Her body lay wrecked beneath his, her energy robbed of her and her mind finding it difficult to make many coherent thoughts. She was able to hold him close while he recovered though, her hands holding onto him while their breaths came heavy and their bodies fell victim to the occasional errant spasm. Legs loosening and falling to rest on either side of his, Navia slid one hand up to slide into her lover’s hair again, though to hold him close and give him the comfort of her neck instead of to urge him to keep going.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of silence, of time to recuperate and begin to process how they had been so caught up they’d ended up on the floor, Théadan spoke. His voice was muffled by her neck and she felt the vibrations against her hot skin, making her smile faintly while she gazed up at the ceiling above them. His hands were sweetly grazing her skin, so with her one hand holding him to her so he could rest, Navia sent the other to smooth down his back. It came as no surprise to her that he was teasing her; in her mind, he had earned that right for the time being. Chuckling, she nuzzled against the side of his face and nodded, a relaxed, contented hum leaving her while she thought of all the wonderful things he had done to her that evening. “I never wanted to stay quiet,” Navia whispered to him with a grin, her lips pressing along his ear before her teeth gave it a teasing little tug, “I just wanted to see how far you would go to make me be loud for you.”<br/><br/>With a deep, satisfied sigh, Navia slid her hand down from Théadan’s hair to cup his cheek and gently guide him from his resting spot at her neck. She wanted to see him, wanted to bask in the afterglow of all his hard work. “You’ve exhausted me,” she told him with a small laugh as she leaned up from the floor to softly press her lips to his, “I thought my reward tonight was supposed to be relaxing and sweet...” Lips adjusting to press little grateful kisses along his jaw, Navia went on, “Instead you wouldn’t even give me the comfort of a bed or the rug only feet from us, you just took and claimed what was yours.” Oh, had he. Thinking back to how he’d sat up and held her hips to reach even deeper within her was enough to have her shifting beneath him with a little flare of arousal. Remembering how unabashed he had been in that sent a little shiver through her and Navia used both arms to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss, her mouth moving slowly with his as her tongue searched for his to enjoy. When the kiss came to an end, Navia smiled up at the man she loved, “I hope you recover quickly. I think I at least deserve to be carried to bed.” It was not something she would normally ask for, but after the harsh way they’d made love, she was certain she was going to be sore and she did not trust her legs to keep her upright.