Verity moved with him, against him, but in time with him as though a it were a well rehersed number. She felt beautiful, fluid, like this with him- etherial.
His lips found hers and she kissed him back, trying to express something that she couldn't put into words. She moaned softly, tilting her head as he kissed tenderly along her neck and jaw. The sensations were adding to everything else and she felt her focus leaving her, the edges of her consciousness going fuzzy. Verity whimpered quietly, begging for relief- again.
"Charles," she breathed, arching, needing that one last level to push her over. Her mind continuing to loose it's focus as he played her.