For him, her response was its own reward, every moan, every clench of her walls, fed back into his own ecstasy, a loop that tightened with every move
His rod throbbed inside her, the slick heat of her driving him toward an edge he wasn't ready to cross yet
She hummed again, softer now, her happiness mingling with the rising tide of bliss, and he felt it too, a shared current, their pleasure weaving together as their bodies did
The sweat on his skin, the dampness of her hair, the faint creak of the bed, all of it faded behind the raw, vivid feel of her beneath him, around him, with him
They moved as one, lost in the heat, the rhythm, the exquisite push and pull of their shared delight
Gon thrust into Ana, his rod driving deep into her core with a steady, relentless rhythm
The bed creaked louder now, matching the pace as her thighs trembled beneath him
Her moans spilled out, raw and jagged, "Ah, ah, Master Gon!", each one punched from her chest as his hips snapped forward
