His eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps, Henry thought, his fiancee understood him just a little bit better than he usually gave her credit for. A smile began to curl at Henry's mouth and he leaned closer to Gabriella once more, his lips close enough to her ear that his breath was hot on her cheek.
"I'll have you know that there's very little sexier than a sweet girl like you talking dirty," Henry drawled. He quickened his pace, their bodies molding together and rocking in time. Gabriella surrounded him with warmth and pressure and he could feel the pleasure swelling inside of him already.
Inspiration struck. "Let's try something," said Henry, moving out of Gabriella with a groan. He guided her to turn over, knees on the cushions and hands braced on the arm of the couch. Dipping his head to take a quick taste of her, Henry grinned. "I love the taste of your pussy," he said, before moving behind her. "But I love fucking it more." Henry slid home.