"Yes," she answered automatically. "Yes, of course you can... Henry..." Why did he even ask? Because he was thoughtful and concerned about her, of course...not that many newspapers or even other people would believe that. But Gabriella knew, which was why it was easy for her to move away from Henry to press her breasts together again.
She was panting, hair a tangled mess, sitting on the bed unsure exactly what was going to happen next as she held her breasts, ready for Henry.