broken heart (engl version)

DECISIONS AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS

He would have liked to have Felix in front of him right now to smash his face, for the advice he had given him. "If not fulfilled, a wish can turn into a nightmare," he had warned him, too bad that in fulfilling his wish he had fallen into an even worse nightmare.

It was very difficult for him to regret anything, but in that moment he cursed himself and the moment he had placed his lips on Chiara. The memory of those kisses would torment him for a long time, he knew. Their mouths were too hungry and their hands couldn't stop touching each other. That woman was even better than he had imagined her. Even more overwhelming and passionate.

Not to mention how incredibly intimate she was, so warm, moist and welcoming. He would have sworn she was just waiting to be pounded good, but instead she came out with the whinge that she was his friend's sister and that she had a girlfriend. For him both of those things were completely irrelevant, since they were supposed to just have s*x and nothing else.

Not to mention its incredible intimacy, so warm, humid and welcoming.

Only she could fully satisfy his insane desire. With her hands, her mouth and her whole body, for hours. She was just a few steps away from him, yet light years away.

Since she arrived, or rather since the first phone call, she had done nothing but flirt shamelessly with him who had been too much of a gentleman by not taking advantage of her when she was drunk. And that was his thanks for respecting her.

Leaving him with a painful erection between his hands soaked in her fluids and the indelible memory of those effusions.

He angrily tore off his clothes to throw himself into the shower, too bad that not even the cold water could calm his boiling spirits in the slightest.

He thought back to every moment spent with Chiara, to every moan of hers, to every inch of her skin and the awareness of how close he had come to his goal made him tremble with rage.

He had to have her no matter what. In fact, he had always wanted her since and now that she was under his roof, vulnerable, thousands of miles from home would be the perfect time. The only problem was that she had told him straight out that it would never happen.

He might as well make his peace with it and jerk off yet again thinking about her. He had never made a mistake with a woman and even in that case he had felt a devastating passion inflame Chiara. That would be a colossal f**k, he was sure of it. And the more he thought about it, the more he imagined the enormous pleasure he would feel in filling her mouth with his sperm as he had done the night before with the vodka. In the car, in the cabin, on the sofa at home, anywhere was fine. It was enough for him to possess her, even just once. Actually no, with a woman like that once would absolutely not be enough.

Just putting his hands on her once was unforgettable, let alone f*****g her. By the time he turned off the water and dried himself with his robe, his lower parts were demanding attention again, only he didn't have the slightest desire to start over.

A handjob is more than enough, he declared, very tempted to burst into Chiara's room to ask her for a hand. If only she wasn't still sobbing in despair...

What the f**k is she crying? Now she could have been in my bed enjoying herself like crazy and she's crying.

There was nothing to cry about, there was only f*****g to do and she still persisted.

He put on the tightest pair of underwear he found in the drawer and threw himself on the bed on his stomach with the vain hope of calming the situation, instead the fixed thought of what had happened continued to torment him. Usually when he went in and out of bed and out of a woman's body, then he forgot about her, Instead with Chiara it was different, she had gotten under his skin and didn't want to come out. It was like a fixed torment. He remembered, when he saw her for the first time, He was at William's house his best friend, they were in front of the foosball table and suddenly he saw her coming down the stairs, she looked like a Venus descended from heaven, he was struck by lightning.

Every time he saw her he became imbecilic, but one day William told him: "Touch her and you're dead!! She's like the Holy Grail". And it was from that time that the torments began for him, until one day William told him that she was engaged and that she was going to live together.