"You're right," Henry drawled, "you do taste quite perfect." He smiled back at Gabriella with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned the compliment around. "And I'll have you know that was simply beautiful." When she pulled on his arm, inviting Henry to hold her close, he let his hips move slowly against her arse while he contemplated what he might try next.
"I love you," he replied, putting one more kiss on Gabriella's cheek before moving. Henry pressed up on one arm, swinging his leg over toward the other side of the bed until he knelt, straddling Gabriella's lower leg, still sheathed inside her pussy. Gabriella's other leg he pushed away from himself until her thigh was pressed to her chest. With just a shift of his weight, Henry's cock slid deeper, pulling a groan from his chest. Bracing himself on his hands, Henry began to pump himself against her.