When Jane felt Henry's pace increase, she practically clung to him as more pleasure started to wash over her. It was as if someone had light a fire in her loins and he was merely fanning the flames, bringing her higher and higher to euphoric bliss as he moved.
"Henry," she gasped, pleasure evident. "I..."
Her head fell back to expose her throat to his lips, her own lips parted as she moaned louder with his movements. She had never imagined it would be like this.