There was an audible gasp from Bella when Misha shifted his weight like he was getting comfortable but it had caused his thigh to press against her damp harder. She arched her back very so slightly, pressing down even more because she was so close that she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent her from making a noise. That and Misha’s words were not helping. She knew she was moving but Bella couldn’t help it. It was slight small moves, like she was shifting her weight, but it was enough to send her over the edge with another gasp.
She pressed her face against the pillow, being careful of her bruised cheek, as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She tried to keep her body still but a tremble or two escaped her and she prayed to Merlin that Misha wouldn’t realize what was going on.
Trying to cover up that she just had an orgasm while in bed with Misha, Bella started to cough and pull away from the incredible close Gryffindor. “...sorry.”