Théadan finally did what she most desired in that moment, his mouth closing around her sensitive nipple and sending shoots of pleasure through her when he began sucking the delicate flesh. “Ah…” Navia groaned, her hips and legs shifting as the sensations she’d been craving sent little shivers down her spine. They often traded off taking the lead in their lovemaking sessions and neither were stranger to controlling how it was done, but it was more often that he lost control and became pushier than usual. She liked when he was like that too, so Navia had taken advantage in the past to try to goad him into showing that more primitive side. What was not common was her doing the same. It was exhilarating to watch as Théadan did as she asked. Théadan used his hands to smooth over her skin and eventually grip her rear. She loved it, loved how he indulged in her body while she continued the pace she’d set with her hand, stroking him to work him up to a full erection. Her other hand curled into his hair, keeping him close so he would not have to worry about keeping his head up while his mouth was busy pleasuring her breasts.<br/><br/>After a few long moments of them simply enjoying how the other felt, Théadan was speaking again, leaving Navia to look down at him from her position poised above him. She saw heat and desire in his eyes, but also conviction as he spoke of their dedication to each other. Even though she knew how bonded they were, it was always nice to hear, to strengthen those sentiments they shared. More than anything, she loved hearing Théadan say he belonged only to her. She knew it, knew she was just as much his, but there was something so special about hearing Théadan say it to her. Navia nodded softly and began to tell him she was his, but his expression turned more playful as he requested she prove their naysayers wrong anyway and she instead laughed.<br/><br/>That laugh shifted swiftly into a throaty groan when Théadan took her other nipple into his mouth, applying pressure with his mouth and tongue. Her breasts were still just so sensitive that she paused for a moment to release a few heavy breaths before her body began reacting. Hips pressing more firmly down on his, rolling a bit faster, Navia used her hand to help hold his erection how she wanted while she ground against him, seeking some relief from the heat stirring up between them. “I’ll never get enough of this, of you,” she murmured after a moment in enjoying how he felt. She gently pulled back from him then, only far enough to bring her face back level with his so she could drag him into another heated kiss. It was a bit messy with her enthusiasm, a mixture of tongue and teeth, and the hand she’d been using to keep him where she wanted adjusted to cup his cheek.<br/><br/>Navia soon had to sit up again, breaking the kiss with a gasp. She rose back up to tower over her lover, hungry, lust-filled eyes taking in how he looked laid out at her mercy. “You are mine,” she reaffirmed, the hand not squeezing and stroking his manhood skimming the grooves of his abdomen, “And they are all wrong. I’ll show you, but I also want you to feel it. We belong together and no one can change that.” Her hand flattened low on Théadan’s abdomen so she could use him for a little support as she rose up to poise herself over the erection she had helped build up. She gave him a couple more quick pumps before her hand left him to ease her underwear to one side, unwilling to leave her place in his lap to remove the dainty fabric.<br/><br/>“Sometimes I’m so hot for you, all I can think about is having you so deep inside me that you have me moaning your name without a care for who hears,” Navia murmured, her hips lowering enough to let the tip of his member graze her lower lips, her hand returning to keep him steady beneath her. “I’m going to make sure that’s you this time,” she told him confidently, wanting him so pleasure he was vocal like she often was. To begin, Navia rolled her hips slowly, teasingly dragging the sensitive slit of his member along the indention that would eventually part for him, her voice demanding and thick, “Tell me how much you want me.”