"Fuck yes," Henry echoed. He pushed at Gabriella's skirt, bunching it back up at her waist. Holding her by the hips, he was able to control her speed and their rhythm, his hips smacking sharply against her taut, firm ass. It was a beautiful sight before him, just that small portion of Gabriella's olive skin, the thick fall of her hair bouncing with every thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her.
Henry leaned forward, one hand leaving Gabriella's slim hips to grasp her shoulder. The position gave him even more leverage, letting him delve deeper into his fiancee's body.
"I do love trying new things... one of these days, I think I'll surprise you with this when you're working in the kitchen... or standing out on the balcony..."
A long, satisfied sigh escaped his throat. "Once you come," he promised Gabriella, "another position..."