broken heart (engl version)

FORGETTING AND STARTING AGAIN

Her heart had never beat so fast as it did during that hug. The beat was so furious that it blurred her vision and she couldn't even see the episode of the TV series anymore.

He was holding her from behind with his mouth on her head and even his breathing seemed to be faster than before. This was not the innocent embrace of a friend, but of a man who wanted her.

And Chiara wanted him, there was no point in denying it anymore. During that provocative foot massage she would have liked to slowly open her thighs and be kissed right there where she needed it most. Who knows how he would have reacted, she wondered, imagining those fantastic lips on her c******s. She would have intertwined her fingers in his hair to push him even deeper, moaning without restraint. But she couldn't give in to temptation. Life was really making fun of her.

Until the day before she would have paid gold to watch a movie hugging her boyfriend and now she found herself in Carlo's strong arms, devastated by the strongest excitement she had ever felt. She had to find a way to get out of that very dangerous situation.

On the other hand, it was clear that Carlo was no longer a boy, the boy who often went out with his brother. He had become a man and it was only her fault and all the signals she had sent him that now, instead of treating her like an old acquaintance, he saw her as a woman to be satisfied. He would have liked so much to move away, but it was not possible. There must have been some kind of enormous magnet between them that made them get closer as soon as they moved away from each other and that forced them to stick together when they were at close range.

Chiara stretched embarrassedly imagining Carlo on top of her while he gave her what she desperately needed. If only it hadn't been him. If only she hadn't had a boyfriend, instead of fearing that hug she would have turned to rub herself on that inviting erection she felt behind her. f**k, it was just the case to say, when she realized how excited the fantastic man behind her was. A part of her wanted to run away as far away as possible, or slap him for his insolence, but instead she continued to remain in his arms as if paralyzed.

She felt his hot lips slide over the base of her head and then back down like a sweet torture that she just couldn't escape. Slowly he reached her ear and began to nibble on the outside, before penetrating it incredibly provocatively.

She closed her eyes thinking that he knew how to use his tongue too well and that he would have wanted it so badly in many other places. Inside her mouth, on her n*****s and obviously right down there. By now the electric shock was spreading throughout her body and if he had continued with that exciting foreplay, he would have enjoyed it without even reaching her private parts.

"No, please,"she begged him, freeing herself from his embrace and looking at him with hungry eyes.

He too seemed completely overwhelmed by passion and even sexier for that, if possible, he had never seen anything more beautiful and inviting.

Chiara, I ask you a question, and I would like you to answer me honestly.

OK, tell me

Do you remember what you said to me last night, as I carried you from the couch to bed??

The image of the two of them in bed together hit her like a bolt from the blue. Unfortunately, she had drunk so much that even if they had, she would not have remembered anything.

Did you undress me? she asked in a small voice and he smiled at her impertinently.

Yes, but that's not the point, she embarrassedly downplayed, please tell me we didn't do it, please!

you wanted to, but I left immediately, but that's not the point.

Chiara stared at him, astonished by that revelation, and the only thing she managed to stammer was:

And what's the point? The point is this!!!

He took her face in his hands and looking into her eyes said:

-You want me and I want you. Nothing else matters.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, nor a tender one. Just so full of energy that she had to hold on to his biceps to keep from succumbing.

Sublime, simply sublime.

The contact was urgent, like a desire that had been repressed for too long and finally found its release. She also threaded her fingers through his wild hair to kiss him more forcefully.

While their tongues intertwined in the oldest dance in the world, their hands explored each other eagerly and uncontrollably. He first caressed her face and neck to go further down where the temperature was rising to unbelievable levels.

God, how she wanted it. She was right and she couldn't deny it anymore. She wanted all of him as soon as possible.

With a quick movement, Carlo pulled off her shirt and began kissing her breasts, making her shiver with pleasure. She also unbuttoned his white linen shirt, eager to touch those muscles that she had contemplated from afar for a short time that seemed infinite. His skin was smooth, taut and damn attractive.

With minimal effort Carlo lifted her up to straddle him and she finally found some relief by rubbing her privates against his baggy jeans. Fantastic, she thought, as he also made a noise of relief and stared into her hungry eyes. Then with a deft move he unhooked her bra to bury his face in her t**s.

Every caress, every kiss took her to heaven only to send her back to hell when she realized who the man was beneath her, sucking and nibbling her n*****s until he drove her crazy.

If during the embrace her heart had been beating furiously, now she was definitely about to have a heart attack. Especially when he started to give her pleasure by rhythmically moving his fingers inside her. Crazy.

The more he touched her, the more she wanted him inside her. Just thinking about it made her pant very close to the peak of pleasure and instinctively unbuttoned his pants to let him penetrate her, but first she wanted to touch him too, so she slid her fingers inside his panties while he gave her infinite pleasure.

As the notes of My Life Is Going On by Cecilia Krull filled the room, Chiara stopped suddenly.

we can't do it;

He looked into her eyes and said

Why??

you are my brother's best friend and then why am I still with Daniele.

Chiara is just sex

He told her in a contemptuous tone, pretending to be nonchalant, then he walked past her without even deigning to look at her and went off to his room, slamming the door.

She too ran to her room to vent her frustration in a desperate cry. She still felt her body burning from all those fiery caresses, her lower abdomen imperiously demanding the attentions she had foreseen.

The object of her desire was just a step away from her. Only she couldn't take it, and the more forbidden it was, the more she couldn't reach it and the more she wanted it with all her being, like she had never wanted anyone.