Riley obliged, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing a soft moan from her lips.
He could feel her body relaxing around him, her initial tension giving way to a growing need that mirrored his own.
"Riley…" she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with a mix of wonder and desire.
"It feels… amazing. I didn't know it could feel like this."
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring.
"It's only going to get better," he promised, his voice rough with restraint.
He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment of this with her, but the way she was responding to him made it difficult to hold back.
Her innocence, her trust, her willingness to give herself to him completely—it was intoxicating.
Leia's nails dug lightly into his skin as another wave of pleasure washed over her, her body arching instinctively toward his.
"I… I think I understand now," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"Why people… why they want this."
