She was marvelous at the play-acting, Henry was pleased to note, even in the moment while making love. Gabriella moved like a young woman unaware of her own body's reactions, responding to new and unexpected sensations that the real her had become familiar with some time ago. It sent shivers through Henry's body to feel her that way, and when she touched her lips with the fingers he'd given such attention to, Henry leaned down and covered her mouth with a kiss.
When Gabriella sighed, he nodded to her. "Let it happen," Henry encouraged. "Let it happen, you're coming, my pretty girl, you're coming."
The waves of her climax began to ripple and pass through Gabriella's form until they swept into his as well. Henry clutched her tight through the orgasm, feeling the whole of her petite body pressed against his.