His answer to her worry that he could be masking any pain he was experiencing appeared to be to show he was fine. Théadan pressed deep within her, then grinded down on her in such a tantalizing way that she writhed beneath him with a surprised whimper. He took hold of her hand to bring it down to his newest scar, but her eyes remained locked on his while he spoke of no pain coming from their lovemaking. It was a relief to hear, but also to feel and she took advantage of his invitation to touch him, her oiled hand gently rubbing over the large scar. It did feel okay, and he had shown no signs of discomfort, though he did seem to breathing a little differently than he normally did. So Navia nodded her understanding that he would be okay to continue, her hand giving his a gentle squeeze before withdrawing from his hold and gliding up his side effortlessly with the help of the oil.<br/><br/>Théadan was trying to get a better grip on her as well, his own hand smoothing down her thigh and to the curve of her rear. A little hum of approval left her, liking how it felt to have his hands on her, how the oil made it all the easier for him to brush his touch across her skin. She’d never made love covered in oils before, but found it exhilarating how sensual it was, and how it changed the way they enjoyed their bodies. It made their every move so slick, pronounced the sounds that came from their hips meeting, and the new grip he had on her seemed to press him even deeper into her hot depths. Théadan was already groaning from the new sensation it brought them, and Navia was swiftly following as shivers of delight raced down her spine. She was trying to get a hold of his side to keep him close when he leaned his forehead down on hers and whispered to her.<br/><br/>Navia looked up at him, but found his eyes closed and his face tranquil. It was clear to her he gained so much pleasure from them being together again and it tugged at her heart to see him so satisfied even when they hadn’t yet finished. She could tell he was getting close though, could heart it in the way he breathed and how his member throbbed every time he was lodged deep within her before pulling back out again, and Navia wanted him to have it all. He held her close while he worked himself over her, her breasts pillowing against his hot chest, their abdomens brushing with every thrust of his hips. With the way he now held on to her so he had the purchase to pleasure them with such deep, strong bucks of his hips, she could not lift her hips to meet his as well as she had been able to before, but Navia still wanted to help. She wanted to make sure all his efforts were going to pleasure them both; that they would climax together like they had so many times before.<br/><br/>“I always need you,” Navia whispered to him with a knowing smile playing at her lips, “I always will.” There was no doubt in that. Her body craved his touch, his affections. And she craved showing him hers and touching him. The hand clutching his shoulder slid around to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer for another deep kiss so she could pour all her affections for him into their moving lips. Wanting more, wanting them to be brought up to a point that they would be ready to jump off the cliff into bliss together, Navia adjusted her body beneath his until she could bring her legs up to wrap around his waist. She wanted him close, but she also wanted him to keep up with the wonderfully long, deep passes of his member sliding against her vaginal walls. It allowed him to burrow deeper though, and the bulbous head of his member jutted up against her cervix so perfectly that Navia pulled back from the kiss with a heady moan. “Théadan,” she panted breathlessly, the adjustment in their positions sending her reeling, her hands on him tightening, “Don’t stop, don’t let go just yet.” She hoped he would never let her go, but she knew they were going to have to stop eventually. And even though she had told him not to stop, she wanted to make sure he would be ready when they were finally going to climax, so the hand not holding his face close to her slid down between them, seeking out the hot sac that had been bouncing up against her rear with his every thrust so she could gently knead it in her palm for him.