Navia considered herself blessed to have found a man who would watch her with as much admiration as Théadan did. He seemed to find her every move sultry, much to her own delight. Even more perfect to her was his reaction to the dramatic way she had reacted to the pineapple falling to rest nestled between her pronounced breasts. His laugh was music to her ears as well and she rewarded it with a knowing smirk, having hoped he would find the little dramatic stint amusing. She had always enjoyed how they were so often driven up to a frenzy with their desires for each other, but still found each other worthy of a laugh.<br/><br/>He even teased her back, labeling her either his temptress or clumsy before figuring it could be both and Navia shrugged with a chuckle of her own. They both knew she had deliberately caused the pineapple to glide across her flesh before falling to rest where Théadan’s attention was the greatest. She’d wanted him to take advantage of the placement, wanted his mouth of her skin so she could have the pleasure of his kisses and he could enjoy the mixture of pineapple and her taste. When Théadan leaned forward for a brush of their noses and a sweet kiss before kissing down to her neck, Navia knew her little plan of guiding his attention down to her breasts was working. His hands pushed up slowly, causing her breasts to strain against the corset a bit more than before.  By the time Théadan’s mouth pressing kisses to the curves of her breasts, Navia was beginning to feel restless.<br/><br/>He pressed her breasts together as he leaned in to press his face against her breasts, the scruff of his beard tickling her sensitive skin while she felt his mouth and teeth work to capture the pineapple piece she’d dropped. She remained quiet, but the combination of watching him and feeling his mouth on her was stimulating enough to have her shifting in his lap and whimpering softly. Navia knew the corset was a hit when it came to Théadan’s preferences and she always liked seeing his reaction when she wore one, but it also stirred up her own lusts. Her breath came more shallowly when he pulled back from her enough to chew the pineapple and grin at her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, knew his arousal was fully erect between them merely from seeing her in the corset and having a taste of the pineapple served upon her body, but it was the heat in his gaze that affected her the most.<br/><br/>Navia looked on in silence while Théadan licked his lips and spoke of how irresistible she was. She nodded slightly, but her focus was on the way he had licked his lips and they glistened in the torchlight that was illuminating their bodies for them. “As are you,” she finally answered before abruptly leaning in to capture those tempting lips. Her body pushed up against his, breasts straining against the corset, mouth hot and insistent on his as she sought out his tongue. He tasted of pineapple, of himself, of everything she ever wanted and more. Her eagerness pushed him back against the chaise, causing her to lean over him some and sink down more, hair swinging over her shoulders, knees parting more as her hand slipped between their abdomens.<br/><br/>Touch light but purposeful, Navia took Théadan’s waiting member in her hand. Palm flat against the girth, fingers curling delicately around the velvety hot flesh, she took her time beginning a consistent pace of stroking and pumping the erection. He was already hard, likely ready to be joined with her, but Navia was content to take her time and draw out the pleasure she could give her lover. When she could no longer keep up the kiss she had been leading, she pulled back with a small stutter of a sigh, but wasted no time in kissing along his jaw. She paused to nuzzle against the scruff of his beard with an affectionate little hum, then continued downward. With one hand working to pleasure his erection, Navia used the other to slip into the hair at the nape of Théadan’s neck and pull back gently. She exposed his neck for her exploration, mouth hot and eager as it pressed kisses along the warm skin.<br/><br/>It was not enough though. She was supposed to feed him the pineapple while making love to him. With that in mind, Navia’s hand slipped from his hair to blindly reach for the pineapple. She lifted a piece from the bowl, then carefully guided it to Théadan’s lips while she continued to stroke his erection. Mouth pausing to nip at his neck and leave a mark the way they both enjoyed when he did it to her, Navia groaned softly, her hips shifting impatiently. Once he took the pineapple from between her fingers, Navia used that hand to begin pushing the sleeves of his robe downward. “I want this gone,” she demanded huskily and paired it with a encouraging squeeze of his member, “Both arms.” She didn’t care if it remained around his waist as long as it was out of their way. As it was, it would have to be; there was no way Navia was going to allow Théadan to stand from that chaise until they finished, but she wanted his bare arms around her when they finally made love. "I love how you taste," Navia whispered while kissing over to the other side of his neck and up a bit to find the base of his jaw, "Mm...and how it feels to touch you." The hand between them rose up to the tip of his member to swirl her thumb around the sensitive glands. Navia lifted her head to watch for Théadan's reaction, her dark eyes lust-filled and half-lidded, her chest rising and falling with the rate of her shallow, excited breaths.