Henry's body trembled with the sensations he was feeling. There was a deep rooted thrill in laying on his back, as his shrink rode his cock. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to watch the bob of her breasts as she established her pace and rhythm. After a moment, his eyes closed, and he moaned in pleasure.
His sex ached, from the recent denial he'd forced himself to endure. The pressure of pleasure was quickly taking over the frustration, giving him only a moment to think what Edward might do. Of course, Edward would never allow himself to get in this situation, if Edward woke up in the middle of sex, he'd just keep going.
But it was very Edward inspired, that Henry let his right hand slip down to her clit.