Gon's Harem System
Chapter 136: One finger, two fingers (18+)

Chapter 136: One finger, two fingers (18+)

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.

The sensation was overwhelming, each pull of his mouth sent sparks skittering across her skin, her nipple throbbing under the attention, meanwhile, his free hand found her other breast, kneading it, rolling the neglected nipple between his fingers.

The dual assault made her moan even more, a desperate edge to the sound, her body trembled, caught between the wet heat of his mouth and the firm press of his hand, pleasure stacking on pleasure until she could barely think.

After a while, he pulled back, her nipple slick and swollen from his sucking, he shifted, mouth finding hers again, kissing her deep and slow.

His hands stayed on her breasts, fondling them gently now, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, he wasn’t rushing, sure, her trepidation got him going, that shaky fear in her eyes, but he wanted more than that.

A real lover, he figured, made it good for the woman too, if she enjoyed it, it’d be sweeter for him, her surrender more complete, so he took his time, savoring her moans, letting her melt into him.

Her lips were soft against his, yielding as he kissed her, tongue tracing hers in lazy strokes, his hands kept working her chest, squeezing the full mounds, feeling them shift under his grip.

She whimpered into his mouth, and he liked that, liked knowing she was feeling it, not just taking it, then one hand slid lower, brushing down her stomach until it settled on her crotch, through the gown, he rubbed, slow and firm, teasing her with the pressure.

The fabric was damp already, clinging where she was wet, and he pressed harder, circling with his palm.

She tensed, a muffled moan vibrating against his lips, the friction through the gown was maddening, enough to stoke the heat pooling between her legs, but not enough to push her over.

His fingers traced the outline of her, feeling her twitch under the touch, and she squirmed, hips tilting into his hand despite herself, he kept kissing her, swallowing her little gasps, while his other hand stayed on her breast, pinching a nipple to keep her on edge.

The slow build was deliberate, he wanted her needy, wanting, every nerve lit up before he took it further.

The locked kitchen held their secret, the air thick with her quiet sounds, Gon grinned against her mouth, pleased with her reactions, her body telling him everything he needed to know.

Gon’s mouth returned to her breasts, latching onto one nipple with a hungry suck.

The wet heat enveloped her again, and pleasure bloomed sharp and bright, a tingling rush that made her toes curl, her skin prickled as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, each pull sending a jolt straight to her core.

She moaned, soft and breathy, her hands clutching at his hair, then his hand slid lower, slipping under the hem of her gown, his fingers brushed her bare crotch, teasing the damp heat there, and the sensation shifted, lighter, more maddening, a fluttering ache that made her hips twitch toward him.

He lingered, tracing slow circles over her folds, and the pleasure deepened, a restless hum building under her skin, her breath quickened, little gasps escaping as he played with her.

Gon felt a surge of satisfaction, her squirming, the way her thighs parted slightly, it was all for him, every shudder, every sound she made fed his ego, proof he had her hooked, then his fingers found her clit, rubbing firm and steady, and her moan came louder, raw and unrestrained.

The pleasure spiked, electric and overwhelming, a pulsing heat that coiled tight in her belly, her legs trembled, her body chasing his touch without shame.

He watched her face twist, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, and the sight stoked his pride, she was unraveling, and he was the cause, her reactions a mirror to his skill, her moans a trophy he’d earned.

He kept rubbing, varying the pressure, and her hips bucked, a desperate edge to her cries, the control was intoxicating, he could feel her giving in, her body singing under his command, then he slid a finger inside her, plunging deep into her slick warmth, and she gasped, a sharp, broken sound.

The pleasure turned molten, a heavy, stretching fullness that flooded her senses, it was intense, almost too much, her walls clenching around him as waves of heat rolled through her.

Gon’s satisfaction peaked, her tightness, the way she gripped his finger, it was perfect, he loved how she arched, how her moan hit that high, helpless pitch.

She was his in this moment, completely, and the power of it thrummed in his chest, he moved his finger, slow at first, then faster, and her pleasure morphed again, deep, pulsing, a rhythm that had her rocking against him.

Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails digging in, and he grinned, reveling in the mess he’d made of her, she was wet, soaked, and the sounds of it, soft, slick, only fueled him more.

Her body was a live wire, every nerve sparking, the sucking on her nipple had her chest buzzing, a warm glow that lingered even as his mouth stayed busy.

The teasing under her gown had stoked a restless need, but the clit-rubbing lit her up, sharp and urgent, pushing her close to something wild, now, with his finger inside, it was all crashing together, pleasure layering over pleasure, thick and consuming.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the moans spilling out, each one louder, needier, he added a second finger, stretching her further, and her cry broke, the intensity tipping her toward the edge.

Gon soaked it in, her surrender, her sounds, the way she trembled.