"Yes... yes, yes, yes," Henry repeated as he writhed through Gabriella's orgasm with her. After her body settled and she beamed up at him, Henry found himself responding in kind, a smile crossing his face broadly. He leaned down again, kissing her lips and face. "It was beautiful," he told Gabriella.
With a quiet laugh, he began to move his hips again in earnest. "Far be it for me," he whispered huskily, "to let down a fan." His strokes deepened, and the growing heat in his belly built faster. Gabriella was deliciously wet and tight around him, and he did his best to enjoy every bit of her he could feel.
Finally, the rolling approach of his climax could not be stopped. "Now," Henry gasped. "I'm coming..." With heaving breaths, he spilled into her, Gabriella pulling at him until Henry was drained of all he had. Breath short, he kissed her again.