The word swelled him inside of her, and the movement, driving him deep into her body, was what set him off at last. Henry's arms looped over Gabriella's back, clutching her to him tightly. "Coming, love," he gasped, "I'm coming..."
Henry's body heaved, his hips pushing up off the couch and then again as he exploded inside of her. He felt a torrent of heat running right through his body, down into his loins and into Gabriella as he came. Three or four more great thrusts and the pressure at last faded.
Breath hitching, Henry covered her face with kisses.