Verity cried out in a pleasure-filled whimper as he drove deeper into her, it was so difficult to keep quiet as he continued to please her that she wasn't sure how she'd held on so long.
And he'd proved it- when she cried out his name he slowed his rocking until he was still filling her but no longer moving. Part of her was glad, it allowed her to savor the fall from the peak as well, to relax, catch her breath. But she also felt like she was being punished. She had to work harder to keep it inside of her, a silent challenge.
Her leg shuddered as his hand moved along it but she took a deep breath, trying to calm the sensitivity. However when his thumb teased her until it found her clit her eyes shot open, looking at Charles with surprised near fear of him rising her to that level of pleasure again, and a bit of a question. His eyes were on their connection though and his digit was insistant. "God, Charles," she groaned as she felt the pleasure swirling, just barely having dispersed. She didn't know if she could do this again, if she could take it. Her body was already tensing though, still hyper sensitive from her last orgasm. She pressed her head into the pillow, her hips rising gredily as he touched her. She was his instrument, she knew that. She'd come for him if it was what he wanted of her.