"Yeah," Henry said quickly. He, however, didn't offer to take his own shirt off. He shrugged out of his long sleeved, button down shirt, which he was wearing open over a tee, but he left the tee where it was. Underneath was his binder, hiding two things he didn't want Ellie to see.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, looking at her laid out under him. Her hair was strewn across his pillow, her cheeks flushed, her lips kiss-swollen, and he wanted to make her moan, make her cry out. He breathed in, thinking carefully, then let the breath out as he lowered his mouth to her neck, mimicking the treatment she had been giving him.
He could feel her hardened nipple under his palm and he rubbed it back and forth, teasing the little nub through her bra. Then he pulled it down, touching her bare breast and gasping slightly at the way it felt. Pulling back to watch her face, he pinched her nipple gently, wanting to see how she would react.