It’s all here now, in the way she looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
And the truth hits me hard.
This woman is mine.
Not for one night.
Not for one passing embrace.
This means more than that.We mean more than that.
I just have to prove it to her.
And I will.
Starting here.
With this.
So I hold her closer, letting the pace deepen naturally as we find our rhythm together, the world shrinking down to nothing but the quiet room, the sound of our breathing, and the undeniable connection we’ve both been fighting for far too long.
I pick up the pace, pounding into her now.No more slow swivel and grind.This is hotter now.Heavier.
Her short nails clutch at my shoulders as her pussy starts to squeeze me.
“Noah!”
I groan as she shouts my name, reveling in the feel of her orgasm clenching around me, pulling me under her spell.
But I’m not done with her yet.
I watch every emotion as it passes across her face from ecstasy to wonder.
Our mouths crash together and I kiss her long and deep, slowing my pace to echo our kiss.
Then I roll us so she’s on top of me.
“Mm, I-I’m not good at this,” she whispers against my lips, dropping her gaze.
“That’s right, Love.You’re not good at this, you’re fucking perfect at it.Now ride me,” I murmur and lick into her mouth, not allowing her to shrink from this moment.
I don’t know who fed her that line of bullshit about not being good at sex because my Chiara is a fucking goddess.
Her hot little pussy feels so good massaging my cock, squeezing me just right.She’s so fucking wet.So soft.Tight.
I swear to God, I’m addicted.
Ruined for anyone else.
Which is fine with me because all I want is her.
My hands find her wonderfully plump arse, and I hold on to it as I bounce her up and down.
“That’s it, Love.You feel so good like this.”
More words of praise pour from my lips, I can’t help it.
She is stunning.
