Gon's grin widened as Lena tugged his hair, her silent demand pulling him back into her orbit.
Her thighs quivered against his shoulders, her breath a jagged rhythm that filled the small, heated room.
He slid his hand from her breast, letting his fingers trail down her stomach, feeling the faint tremor of her muscles under his touch.
His other hand stayed at her core, two fingers buried inside her, slick and warm, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her hips roll against him.
He pulled his fingers out briefly, just enough to tease her entrance again, circling it with a featherlight touch.
She whimpered, her grip tightening in his hair, and her legs parted wider, a plea in the motion.
"Gon," she breathed, her voice raw, edged with frustration and need.
He chuckled low against her thigh, the sound vibrating through her skin, and pressed his mouth back to the tender spot where her leg met her core.
