Anytime her hand first met Théadan’s sac when they were making love, he had the most satisfying reactions. She grinned to herself when she felt him tense up, but it was the hard way he slammed his hips up against hers that had her reeling from the pleasure it gave her. Navia moaned pitchily from the tremors it released within her, her head falling back onto the bed and her body writhing beneath his as his teeth closed down on the smooth curve of her shoulder. Her hands on him gripped tightly and she could barely focus long enough to look up at Théadan and nod when he whispered to her and drew them into a hungry kiss. That kiss was what she focused on as he began moving over her again, her hand following his movements with rhythmic squeezes to his sac with his every thrust.<br/><br/>It was all such a perfect concert of sensual movements, sounds, and touches that Navia had to groan her disappointment when Théadan pulled back from their hot kiss. She rapidly understood why however, and instead she was releasing another pleasured moan when he buried his face in her neck, letting the scruff of his beard brush against her slender neck like he knew she loved. Her hand held him there, her fingers curled in his hair, and she could not think of a better feeling than having Théadan’s pulsating, hot shaft rubbing along her slick inner walls as his oiled, muscled body slid against hers as they moved together on the bed.<br/><br/>She could tell it was beginning to take a toll on them however. Her moans were growing pitchier as he tried to keep up the hot and heavy pace they’d begun; his hard thrusts were becoming less consistent and varying more in their power. Usually Théadan was such a smooth, concerted lover, where he either started them slow and worked up to a hard pace, or their excitement had him starting hard and ending just as hard. He’d started hard, sped up a little, but she could tell he was beginning to slow down despite their frantic way their bodies wanted to be together. And she knew they were still not quite there, not quite to that final precipice, leaving her to suspect he might not be in any pain, but not totally back to his typical stamina.<br/><br/>Wanting to help, needing to make sure Théadan had the climax he deserved after working so hard for them, Navia adjusted beneath him to bring her hand around from the back of his head to cup his cheek and draw him back from the comfort of her neck. “<i>Kamin,</i>let me,” she paused to press a couple convincing kisses to his slips before she gazed up at him, “Let me on top, let me finish us.” They'd traded places before, one of them starting and the other finishing, but she could not think of a time it had gone back to whoever had started. She knew she could bring them to a finish after how incredibly he had worked them up though. Before he could disagree, she leaned up to capture his lips heatedly to convince him, her tongue insisting it find his as her hand went to push his shoulder and guide him into rolling back. She made sure to lower her legs so they were not trapped when she moved with him and ended up on top of him once more in the center of the bed with her knees on either side of his hips. The attempt to keep their blankets clear of any oil was completely disregarded in favor of giving them what they craved.<br/><br/>No longer confined by the bed, Navia knew she had much more range of motion. She could have sat up completely and taken hold of his chest to give herself the best leverage to continue their lovemaking, but Navia did not want to part even that far from Théadan. Instead her forearm rested against the bed beside his head, her hand pushing through his mussed hair while she began to hurriedly roll her hips over his, causing his member to slide in and out of her much like he had been doing for them. Her own hair had mostly fallen from the twist that had been holding it up, rioting around her in thick black coils that were also mussed from Théadan’s hands. Her breasts were grazing across his chest as her hips worked over his and she loomed over him while her other hand continued to gently squeeze his sac. They were sweaty, oily, probably louder than they should be with the doors open, their lips and chins dappled with their saliva and teeth marks from the fervency of their kisses, but none of it mattered. All Navia wanted was for them to have what they’d been missing for nearly a month.<br/><br/>Her hips gave one quick gyration in a circle and she ground herself down on him to try to guide him as deep within her as possible. Then she repeated it while she paired it with jostling Théadan's sac in her palm, and Navia could feel the beginnings of her orgasm starting to take hold, leaving her to moan his name desperately. “Now,” she whispered, her near-black eyes earnestly looking down at the emerald gaze of her lover so she could watch when his climax began, “Together.”