Ron
It felt like he was caught in a soft, insistent trap once his hips stopped moving. A soft growl escaped his throat, and his breathing started to grow louder and more ragged as his excitement mounted. The warmth, the position, motions and sounds of the delicious bounty hunter before him, he couldn't hold back from any of this. Ron rubbed his fabric-covered hips against Annabeth's smooth bare bottom, muscles tensing in anticipation, grinding his length around inside of her, before he finally began to thrust again.