NOAH
My weight was sinking down into the softness of the hotel mattress, the sheets tangled around my hips, but all I could feel was the heavy, breathless drag of Leo's hands gripping my waist.
We were deep into it. Not the clumsy, hesitant beginning of a first encounter, but somewhere far past that... late into the night, deep into our fourth round, where the alcohol in my blood had turned into a warm, buzzing hum that blurred the edges of the room.
I was straddling his lap, my thighs locked around his hips, riding him down with slow, deliberate strokes.
Leo's chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, his broad hands digging hard into my skin, guiding me, holding me up as I sank down onto him over and over again.
He was big.
Not Cassian-big... nothing ever compared to that, a stupid, traitorous part of my brain whispered but big enough, full enough, stretching me out until I couldn't think straight.
