She smiled once Henry whispered in her ear, knowing she'd been right about him. Still breathy and shaky, though, Gabriella nearly complained once Henry stopped thrusting and she felt completely empty inside without him. She reached up to him to try and pull him back inside of her but once he spun her around on the couch, she gasped.
They'd only had sex like this maybe once that she could remember. Had Henry stopped because he was trying to hold back from her? Was this what he liked better, too? She suddenly felt like maybe there was a whole lot about her soon-to-be-husband that she didn't know yet and she wanted to, desperately.
"Oh my God," she groaned as he licked her pussy, and the "dirty words" that had once shocked Henry when she'd said them to him seemed to start to stay in her mind. Gabriella gulped once and then nearly shouted as she felt his cock inside of her, her hands holding onto the couch tightly as she couldn't turn to see Henry's expression. Her head lolled forward a little and then back, her back arching as her entire body shook. Somehow he'd managed to hit a spot just right and she trembled, whispering, "Fuck... yes... oh my God..."