“Still good?” Henry murmurs, pushing my jacket and shirt up. He loves a good view. “Yes,” I manage to get out, my muscles involuntarily squeezing tightly. There’s so much lube on me that it’s not long before I feel the press of his knuckles against my skin. He’s all the way in. He folds over me to whisper into my ear, “Do you like it?” I pant at the pressure this new position has caused. “I like everything you do to me, Henry.”
