The reaction Théadan had to her touch was instantly satisfying for her. Navia heard that gasp of us, but more than anything she felt the harsh way he thrust into her, the head of his member shoving against the entrance to her womb in an urgency that sent her mind spinning. She released her own gasp, one of shock, before she trembled against him from the dizzying pleasure it sent coursing through her. She knew that was always a sensitive spot for him, that it always brought him great pleasure, but she’d also known he tended to have such gratifying reactions. Navia was not disappointed either; his pleasured reaction only increased her own with the way he ground his hips against hers to press deep within her and how his mouth closed on her sensitive breasts. She could do little more than cling to him as the waves of delight coursed through her and more reverent moans for him left her, however. He had her pinned and at his mercy.<br/><br/>After a moment of hesitation between them, where he was trying to come down from the realization of what her hand was doing and she was reeling from how it affected her body, Théadan was groaning and moving back up to face her. Something about ‘every time’ was murmured, but she did not fully understand what he meant by it, figuring it could have been meant a couple different ways. What Navia did understand was a kiss however, and she was happy to focus on that while Théadan began to resume the rhythmic way his hips moved against hers. He seemed more unsteady than before, but happy enough to continue, leaving Navia to resume gently fondling the hot, wet sac in her palm.<br/><br/>Her name left him, the moan so sweet and perfect to her ears that Navia could not keep from smiling. It did not take long for him to get them back to the frantic way they coupled, water rioting around them and bodies rolling together. The pressure within her continued to build, leaving her desperate for more to send her over the edge. With an adjustment of his hand, scarred palm going to splay across shapely thigh to take hold, Théadan somehow found a way to pound all the harder into her hot core. She could tell her vaginal walls were beginning to contract, to try to resist the hard way Théadan’s thick girth attempted to move in and out, and Navia almost asked that he bring them to a finish when his words warned of just that. His mouth covered hers before she could answer, the passion behind such a kiss rendering her silent for the time being. Navia put all she could into that kiss, wanting to make sure Théadan could feel she was just as ardent when it came to him.<br/><br/>But she was also at her limit. He had done so much to work them to a fever pitch and there was nothing else to do. Navia tore her lips from Théadan’s with a thick groan, her head falling back to rest on the unforgiving rock behind them as she gasped for breath, the kiss having taken so much from her. “Don’t then,” she finally answered Théadan. Wanting him to understand what she meant, she adjusted her hold on him, legs tightening around his waist and her free hand pressing gently on the back of his neck. She guided Théadan until letting his forehead rest against her before sliding her hand down to grip the strong muscles of his back. “Don’t hold back any longer,” she whispered to him, dark eyes locking on the emerald ones she loved as her fingers stroked his sac and she thought of how perfect it always was to have him release deep within her. Her hand closed around him once more, applying just a bit more pressure for a harder squeeze that still respected the fragility of his genitals. “I want it,” she whispered to him, body trembling against as she fought back the orgasm that threatened to take over, “I want all of you.”