Raven

And when she did that, Jono found himself pushing his torso forward, pressing what would have been his chest against her hand while his mind completely neglected to make him worry about the fact that there was fire under there. There probably would have been a moan to go with that motion, but that required some level of conscious effort, and Jonothon's mind was still mostly wrapped up in 'brb, unf.'

For what it was worth, his grip on her bum cheeks tightened some, though.