Verity's mouth opened in protest as he moved away, almost like a child who was being treated unfairly. She was breathing heavier now, her cunt nearly aching with the lack of attention. When he moved over her she had the urge to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him to her as much as she could but she knew he was more powerful than her physically and it would do her no good at all.
She gasped slightly when he called her filthy and wanting, her entire body flushing pink with her blush. She instinctively tried to close her legs but he still in her way, holding them apart as they were. The words were causing her heart to thrum in a seductive rhythm through her and she struggled to keep her control, but her will was wearing thin.
He was so close to her breasts all she could do was pray that he'd give them proper attention, she was trying her hardest not to squirm as though to nudge his mouth in the proper direction. Slowly her mind was becoming clouded with need and she was growing almost frustrated at the lack of satisfaction. Her breaths were coming much more forefully now, though slow and laboured.