Ever since they'd first slept together, Henry had been encouraging his girlfriend to express herself in bed and make the things she enjoyed most as clear to him as she could. Gabriella had gotten better and better and getting those signals to him, and Henry enjoyed the results. So when fingers weaved into his hair and kept his mouth against Gabriella's neck, Henry was happy to comply for the moment. His tongue slid up and down and he brought his teeth down gently on the skin of her throat.
All the while, Gabriella was writhing in pleasure against him, breasts swollen and peaked under his palm, and her rear rolling and grinding against his hips. She was tight around his cock as always, and Henry loved every thrust he gave her. "Gabriella," he said, voice low and rumbling. Henry's hand moved away from her, searching out Gabriella's own. Grasping one of the girl's wrists, Henry placed her hand against her own breast while his fingers delved down, finding the nub just above where he stroked inside her.