The reaction she had been hoping to get from Théadan was instant. As soon as she began fondling him, his hips were surging forward and he was groaning her name. She could even feel his member buried within her swell up, threatening release, but Navia had not expected her own reaction to be so strong and she could not revel in how he was acting. She writhed beneath him while he thrusted hard, forcing his member to jut up against her cervix, her breath caught in her throat as the hand holding him close lowered some to clutch at his shoulder. He was burying his face in her neck to try to cope with the feeling, but she was again biting down on his shoulder, needing to try to contain herself from having her orgasm too early. Théadan was able to gather his wits and relax though, which gave her the strength to do the same, and he was soon cautioning her about how close he was to release. It made her grin up at him triumphantly.<br/><br/>Théadan resumed the hard pace that had fallen upon them, likely stimulated by their quiet words together about how adventurous they were in their lovemaking. Navia could do little more than hold on tightly, her hand refraining from being too provoking for the time being and instead resorting to slow, gentle rubs over his velvety sac. She’d been trying to keep up the pace with him, her hips trying to rise and fall in opposite to his, but Théadan’s hands on her lower half were doing much of that work for her, which meant she needed to reciprocate in some other way, hence her hand trapped between their hot, sweaty bodies, trying to maintain the balance of heightening his pleasure without causing him to release before they were both ready.<br/><br/>He wanted to do what she had mentioned off the top of her mind and as Théadan moved to loom over her again, Navia felt a zip of excitement rush through her. He was pressing kisses along her skin, but her mind was on the thrill that would come with sneaking around and finding little corners of the palace to relieve their passions for each other. She thought of how they would likely have to be quieter in the gardens to prevent anyone wandering about from getting curious, but that was quickly wiped from her mind when Théadan spoke of the balcony. He wanted to wake up the palace with the sounds of their pleasure or give passing ships something to look at and both made her chuckle and shake her head, but it was still so stimulating to even think about that Navia leaned up more, her mouth hungrily finding his the instant he was finished speaking. Her kiss was hard and demanding, the heat she felt building within her both from her impending orgasm and his words robbing away any finesse as her tongue searched for his and locked on.<br/><br/>The kiss was avaricious as Navia used it as a way to dispel all the lust he was stirring up in her just by speaking of other times they could make love. Once she was growing breathless, she tugged back from it, gasping for air as she looked up at him, little strings of their saliva caught between them. They stayed there, her hands were too busy to clean up for now, and Navia greedily ran her tongue along her bottom lip to gather any remaining taste of her lover. “I love hearing you talk about it. It makes me so hot for you,” she told him, “And I want to do all of it with you too, especially the balcony now. I want it all…and I want all of you.” There was no way she could continue for much longer, she was too twisted up in her heat for him, too close to a hard release as she shifted beneath him once more. Her hips grinding up against his one of the times his hands help lift her toward him more, Navia squeezed and rolled the hot sac resting in her palm again. “I want to feel it,” she whispered to him, leaning up to catch his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging impatiently, “And I want you to make me cum, too.” And to convince him to finally let go of his control and make them orgasm together, Navia squeezed just a bit more firmly before rolling Théadan’s testicles in her palm one more time.