The happy sounds Théadan would make when they were intimate were always so erotic for her to hear. Navia loved them, the murmurs and groans he would release often sending little shivers through her. Just kissing his way down so his mouth could close around one of her sensitive nipples caused him to groan, the vibrations from his voice traveling across her skin and causing her to shift beneath him. A gasping breath escaped Navia, the sensations his mouth brought with its attention to her breast waving through her. She had to mirror his restless shifting however; where his was caused by the gentle fondling of his member, hers came from the way he nipped at her breast with his teeth. “Ah..” She whimpered, loving how it felt and forcing her fingers to extend so they would not clutch and pull his hair.<br/><br/>She wanted more though, and while Théadan was moving atop her to try to rid himself of his pants, she was greedy to have him continue lavishing his attention upon her breasts. Her hand cupped the back of his head to keep him from moving too far from her, encouraging him to keep going while his mouth descended upon her other breast. It just felt so good; she loved how much he enjoyed her breasts, making it all the more pleasurable for her. It was soon gone however, for Théadan pulled back from her amongst an objecting groan from her. Gone was all the pleasure he was bringing her, all the warmth of having his body snug atop her own. Instead she was left laying back in the hay, her body glistening where Théadan’s mouth and tongue had been, and her half-lidded, longing gaze on the man she desired most.<br/><br/>She did not stop touching him after he sat up; instead she regarded him in silence, her hand continuing the slow, steady way it would run up his length, then slowly push back down to the base of his hardening member. It was already stiff and proudly on display between them and when Théadan mentioned how much he loved when she touched him in such a way, Navia’s eyes lowered to see for herself. He commented on her skill when it came to pleasuring him and it caused a grin to form on her lips while she thought of the times she’d been able to coax a climax from him with just her hand. She always enjoyed doing that, but she could tell it was not what they wanted for the evening. They wanted to be together, so it came as no surprise to hear Théadan request she lift her hips so he could remove the last bit of skimpy fabric barring them from total intimacy.<br/><br/>“I love touching you like this,” she told him while she did what he asked and allowed him to pull the underwear down from her hips, “I love feeling how hard for me you get and how hot.” She paused her thoughts while she adjusted her legs so he could completely remove the underwear, something they had not bothered to do the last couple times they had made love. They had been too hasty, too eager to be hot and fast and rough. It was not the case for the time being; they both wanted to take their time. They were alone in the world, isolated by the storm raging just outside the barn, and it was the perfect time to take their time and slowly stir each other’s desires. Even so, with all the attention Théadan had been giving her and her own excitement of being able to be so ardent with her touch, Navia could feel her own arousal growing, pooling within her and waiting to be discovered by him.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered on the erection between them, waiting for its chance to fill and pleasure her. “It’s also the perfect size,” Navia said softly, her hand sliding up so her thumb could rub along the top of his member while she regarded it with interest, “You always feel like you fit inside me just right, like you’re just barely too big to make me feel every inch of you.” Her hold on him tightened slightly then, and Navia gently pulled downward on his foreskin to slowly expose the sensitive head and glans beneath. After glancing up at Théadan, Navia sent her thumb to brush along the tip again. She released a staggered sigh before looking up at him despite the darkness, propping herself up onto an elbow while she tried to lean up to him, her long black hair tumbling down her bare back. “Come here,<i>kamin</i>,” she whispered, inviting him to join her back down in the hay, to let them share in the warmth of their bodies once more, “Kiss me, touch me, make love with me. Have whatever you desire of me; everything I am is yours.”