She remembered the first couple of times that Henry had taught her to "play games" with him. They hadn't done much -- a few times where she'd pretended to be a groupie and then they'd had sex, but Gabriella knew that Henry had really, really liked it a lot.
She loved him and she wanted to love all of him. She was young and okay, Henry was only her second boyfriend ever (and her first lover), but she loved him and wanted to be with him. If it meant doing other new things or "games", then she would do them because, well, Gabriella didn't know much about them. She was wet, though, and hurting all at once right then and she finally just let go of thinking.
Henry loved her. He could hurt her like this, but not because he didn't love her. She thought it was more because he loved her. Gabriella nodded to him and gasped at every thrust. "Don't... hold back. Show... show me everything, please?" Gabriella kissed him once, her breath shaky, as she started to feel the warmth fill her body each time Henry's...