So, I hold on to that thought as I notch my hard as nails cock at her slick entrance and I start to push inside
Inch by inch, I fall into her slowly, savoring every second.I pause for a moment once I’m fully seated, forcing myself to breathe.
The heat of her surrounds me, tight and warm and real in a way that makes my head spin.
I brace my hands on either side of her shoulders, watching her face carefully, making sure she’s alright.
I know I’m a big man—that’s not ego talking, just the truth of it.Years of scrums and tackles built this body, and Chiara?She’s smaller, softer.
I don’t want to rush this and risk hurting her.
“You’re so big,” she murmurs, and closes her velvet brown eyes.
“And you’re so tight, Love.You feel like fucking heaven,” I whisper back and kiss her softly.
Her lashes flutter open as I raise my head and her wide brown eyes find mine.
“Noah, please.”
I tilt my head slightly, brushing a loose curl away from her cheek.
“Please what, Love?”
“I need you to move,” she breathes, her voice shaky with emotion as her hands slide up my back.
Then she shifts beneath me—just enough to remind me exactly how much she wants this.
And that’s when the grin spreads across my face.
My little Chiara isn’t fragile.
Not in the way I feared.
No.
She’s fierce.
A wildcat hiding behind that calm professional mask she wears at the facility every day.
And the way she arches into me now proves it.
Slowly, I start to move.
Careful at first, letting the rhythm build naturally between us.Each motion draws a soft gasp from her lips, her fingers tightening against my shoulders as she adjusts to me.
“Like that?”I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She nods quickly, breath catching.
“Yeah, oh God, yes, just like that.”
The tension that’s been building between us for months finally breaks open in that moment.
Every glance across the gym.
Every sarcastic comment.
Every stubborn refusal to admit what we both wanted.
