She sighed happily when his body touched hers. Verity was focused on matching his thrusts but her pleasure was built to a head and the rhythmic attention was only making her lose her mind more. Soon her head was pressing back against the pillow, her body arching up toward him.
Verity knew she'd begged once and she didn't want to do it again but sleeping with Charles was always a game of catching herself. She had learned the hard way that she didn't appreciate loud expressions, or vulgar ones, and it was always painfully obvious that he did express himself either. It was very different from messing around with Monty, but at least Charles respected her- treated her as a lady. And expceted her to say as much. So she gripped his body, pressed her head into the pillow and strained to release some of the numbing pleasure as it grew.
She couldn't hold off any longer though and as he moved again she whimpered, invountarily lifting off of the bed, her teeth lightly nipping his shoulder as the pleasure finally broke through her. His name was a whimper against his skin.