Whatever attempts Navia had been making to continue to goad and challenge him, Théadan could see it had finally faded, replaced with the strong affection the two held for each other, and the burning desire to push towards a powerful climax. She had long stopped trying to escape, or show any resistance to him, now Théadan could just hear the pleasured moans escaping his lovers lips as she was filled with the pleasure he gave her. How satisfying it was for him to see Navia give completely into her desire for him, to let the more stubborn and mischievous side go in favour of enjoying everything his body could offer her. That alone gave Théadan the added encouragement he needed to keep up his hard thrusting pace. It would not be long now before they were wrapped up in each others arms, fighting to get their breath back. He had a goal to achieve first however.<br/><br/>Navia's hand gripped the blanket, twisting it in her euphoria, the other in her hair pushing her mussy hair back as her whole body rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts. Just looking at her was enough to enrapture Théadan, her every movement was graceful and only made him want her more, it made him want to draw out more of this from her. She replied to him first however, telling him sweetly he was the most beautiful man she had laid eyes on. His affection for her soared with not just those words, but the expression she wore that showed she meant every word. It would have been so easy to slow down the pace of his rutting hips, to lean down and kiss her lips softly, and draw them down into a more leisurely slow paced lovemaking. But as if to stop him from even thinking about changing the pace now, Naiva's legs tightened around his waist and brought his length to bump against her cervix once more.<br/><br/>Her hips bucked against his, and he felt her hands on his thighs, gripping hold just so she could touch him. She was practically pleading with him to 'keep going', and 'not to stop.' Navia's voice was husky, and filled with the need that came with being so close to release, and the moans that poured from her lips were near constant, ever encouraging him on to take her and give all he had to see them both satisfied. What brief thoughts that had gone through his mind that might have had him be more gentle with her, were quickly swept away with Navia's every movement and sound. Théadan needed to hear more from her, he wanted the sounds of their lovemaking to echo unashamedly off the walls, declaring that he was her and she was his, and nothing, and nobody, would ever be able to come between the love they shared.<br/><br/>Théadan thrust his length as deep and as hard as he could inside of Navia, stretching at the tight ring of muscle at her cervix, and feeling the vaginal muscles contract around him, willing him to give up his seed to her. His hips rolled and gyrated to grind his length within her, as Théadan let himself forward over her, one hand leaving her hip to place just by her head, so he could bring himself down upon her. The weight of his body resting atop Navia, her breasts pillowing beneath his chest, as his lips sought hers for a deep and heated kiss, his tongue seeking hers to coil and caress as he took all he desired. She gave herself so freely to him, he had been truly blessed to have her in his life. When their kiss ended, the hard thrusting of Théadan's hips resumed, his arm slipping under her neck so her head could rest on his forearm, and his hand could hold her shoulder to give him a little more leverage to thrust into her. "I can't." Théadan said between ragged breaths, shaking his head. He could feel him beginning to reach the height of his own pleasure, and was fighting it back. "I can't stop now." He assured her, lips briefly brushing over hers as their bodies rocked in unison. "Not until you've given me what I want."