Gon's hands stayed on her bare breasts, fingers teasing her nipples with slow, deliberate pinches.
The kitchen glowed warm around them, the fire crackling as he worked her, her breaths hitched, soft moans slipping out each time he tugged or flicked.
Then he leaned in, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking hard, she gasped, a sharp, needy sound, and her back arched into him, the pleasure hit her like a wave, hot and tingling, radiating from where his lips pulled at her, it was intense, a sweet ache that pulsed through her chest, down her spine, making her thighs clench.
His tongue swirled, wet and rough, and the suction tightened the knot of heat building inside her, leaving her dizzy, lost in it.
He didn't let up, sucking harder, then softer, teasing with little nips, her moans grew louder, unsteady, spilling out as her hands gripped his shoulders.
