Verity continued to kiss him, lost in the sensation and her mind forgetting about their other plans. As he grasped her head she moaned again. He was moving, readjusting, but she tried not to take notice.
She drew a shuddering breath as his hand slipped beneath the waist band of the knickers, her body tensing in hope. When he applied pressure she rolled her hips toward him, nearly whimpering. It had been so long...
"Need you," she whimpered again, her hands still not leaving his full blond hair.