Théadan seemed to understand why she had guided his hand to her waist, his hands taking hold of her and forcing her downward more when she began rotating her hips on top of his own. She gasped as it forced him ever deeper, her inner walls rhythmically clamping around him as he strained within her. He fought it off no longer and she soon had the pleasure of not only watching his expression as his orgasm took over, but hearing him call out her name as he began filling her with his hot seed. It was everything she had been hoping to get from him, the way his hands clutched at her, how he looked up at her but could not seem to focus, and with his hips rising as her body milked him for all he would give her. It proved to be too much for her to watch and Navia felt her own climax crash into her.<br/><br/>She cried out his name in response to him groaning hers, her hips fighting against his hold to continue grinding down on him as their releases mixed and the spasms wracked her body. She’d tried before not to grab at him so tightly, but the orgasm was so powerful, Navia could not help the way her hands clenched at his sides, her nails dragging against his skin as the heady moans poured from her lips. Eventually through the heavy dose of pleasure that had descended upon her, Navia felt Théadan relax beneath her. His hips lowered back to the mattress, his hands relaxing and his body falling still beneath hers. It took a few tight moments before her own orgasm began to ebb away, the muscular walls of her core still tight and convulsing around his member.<br/><br/>For a minute, Navia tried to remain sitting up, but she ended up leaning on her arms so heavily that she knew she needed to lie down and rest. Théadan was perfect to act as a cushion for her to recover on and she lowered to rest bodily atop him, her face pressing against his collarbone. Their chests moved in tandem as they recovered, their breaths and heartbeats racing. Every inch of her felt overworked, especially her abs and legs, and Navia wanted nothing more than to not move again for the rest of the night. She knew that wasn’t likely however; Théadan was still hanging off the bed, having not been able to fully get on after she’d hastily straddled him. After a few long moments of the only sound being their heavy breathing, it was he who moved first, his hands moving along her back in opposite directions.<br/><br/>One took hold of her rear, presumably to keep her close, and the other skimmed up the length of her back until she felt his hand slip into her hair. Théadan commanded she kiss him, surprising her into laughing lightly. “The nerve,” she groaned, taking her time in lifting her head so she could look down at her lover, amusement alight in her dark, exhausted eyes, “I just did all that work for you and made your orgasm so strong you were lifting me off the bed…and you<i>still </i>demand more?” Before Théadan could tease her back, Navia leaned in to give him what he desired, happy to give him whatever he wanted of her. The kiss was warm and affectionate, nothing like the clash of tongues they’d had in the heat of their lovemaking. “Mm,” she sighed however, too exhausted to put much more into the kiss and eventually pulling back.<br/><br/>She pressed a couple apologetic little kisses to Théadan’s lips before dropping her head back down to rest on his shoulder, her body relaxing atop his once more. “So what do you plan on doing about the way you’re sitting?” She asked with a smirk, thinking of how his legs were off the bed, his feet on the floor. Her own feet were hanging slightly off the bed from the way her knees were bent on either side of his hips, but she could have easily fallen asleep like that and been fine. Content to tease him a bit further, Navia wiggled her hips some, stirring their sensitive union before she chuckled, “Do you plan on staying like this all night?”