broken heart (engl version)

JOURNEY OF NO RETURN

She had finally made up her mind, you could see it in her face, and now they could stop acting like old, loving friends. Now they were just a man and a woman madly attracted to each other. They both knew it and couldn't pretend or hold back any longer.

After a night of hell in which he had hardly slept a wink hearing her cry, Carlo savoured the moment in which he would enjoy her.

He wanted to take things slowly, to enjoy that unexpected gift as much as possible. She had appeared at the pool wearing only a light, tight and especially transparent tank top from which the tips of her n*****s were sticking out and underneath a pair of beige culottes that hugged that adorable firm ass. Her eyes were red from crying with dark circles under them from tiredness and despite that she was still disarmingly beautiful. When he opened the door, he found her in front of him in tight denim shorts, white and pink tennis shoes, a lime green T-shirt from which he could glimpse her turquoise swimsuit and a leather jacket. He would have liked so much to undress her and take her with only her shoes on. In the shower he remembered the previous night, smiling with satisfaction. He had predicted that she would be the one to look for him, yet he would never have imagined it so soon. Evidently crying all night had cleared her mind. He accelerated in the direction of the port. Feeling her glued to his body had made him so impatient that he almost wanted to go back home, instead of organizing that trip. Only that he had been waiting for this opportunity for a lifetime and he wanted to make it all even more unforgettable than it would have been anyway.

When they arrived at the boat, Chiara got off the motorbike and stared at him in amazement.

"Can I know where we are going?"

Do you trust me?

Yes!

Then get on!!

He was dying to kiss her, but first he wanted to get to a beautiful beach just outside Los Angeles, Venice Beach, where he could finally satisfy that pressing desire.

If they had immediately given in to effusions, they certainly would never have left the port.

The day was perfect for a trip, and while he was driving, Chiara lay down right in front of him, on the bow, to sunbathe.

Watching her spread the cream more carefully than usual and on every inch of her body, made him go crazy with excitement. She would occasionally give him a meaningful glance while adjusting her bra or panties.

No! That's not fair, he wanted to shout at her.

He pushed the motorboat at crazy speed just to get there as soon as possible and in the meantime he thought about how to get what he wanted. First of all that costume had to disappear. Then maybe he would give her a nice massage or suggest a nude bath. Surely he wanted to feel the divine taste of her skin and her lips.

She sat down and with a totally unexpected gesture unhooked her bra to sunbathe topless. Carlo braked just as abruptly to watch enraptured that full-blown striptease.

"Sorry, there's someone here trying to concentrate on driving,"he joked, already in the grip of blind excitement.

"Go, go calmly. Don't worry about me"and gave him the slyest look he'd ever received. And he'd received millions of them.

He took off, revving the engine as the young lady in front of him obsessively applied sunscreen to her breasts. Damn, he was a man, not a Buddhist monk, and the only thing that kept him from carrying her into the cabin was that he was so close to his destination.

He gritted his teeth and continued driving, even though Chiara's constant provocations were sending him straight to the madhouse.

Soon they reached the deserted white sand beach he had discovered on one of his excursions. There were no structures or houses inland, just palm trees and it was just perfect for seclusion. He slowed down as close to shore as he could and then dropped anchor.

Looking around.

"How beautiful, it looks like heaven on earth,"she exclaimed excitedly.

That woman was so seductive that for a moment Carlo was almost afraid to touch her so as not to make that splendid vision vanish.

After a few moments of contemplation, he finally managed to move and tucked just a lock of her hair behind her ear. She blushed deliciously as she caressed his chest and with that simple gesture it was as if she had turned on the light switch. He grabbed her by the waist and continued to stare enchanted into her sweet green eyes.

She smiled flattered, lowering her gaze for just a moment. She must have realized how much Carlo wanted her and she also seemed to want nothing else, in fact she stood on tiptoe to join her mouth trembling to his.

While their first kiss had been almost violent because of the energy they had brought to it, this one was instead a kiss filled with long-standing tenderness.

Now his heart was racing like it hadn't in ages, so he lifted her off the ground to kiss her more passionately and to feel her even more his, after which he expertly removed the bottom piece of her swimsuit.

"Have I already told you that you are gorgeous?" he couldn't help but murmur as he gazed at her as if mesmerized.

"You're not bad either," she joked, pushing their naked torsos together.

Feeling her skin on him was just a heavenly sensation that he wanted to last as long as possible.

With her he always felt like he was looking into a mirror. The proposal was too exciting to pass up, so he reached her at the bow, overwhelming her with a kiss full of desire. She pulled back for a moment.

If she had refused him for the second time, he would have gone crazy. It seemed that she had made up her mind, what was that sad no now? Still the boyfriend's worries?

Carlo stopped in disbelief and she explained the obvious misunderstanding to him.

"No, I mean I can't wait that long. I want you now."

He shared her urgency, too, and in that they were as alike as two peas in a pod. Foreplay be damned.

They had plenty of time to do them later and he too couldn't wait to be enveloped by those warm, humid walls.

he pulled her towards him firmly and finally, after years of fantasizing, he truly made her his.

"Oh yes," were the only satisfied words that came out of Chiara's mouth, while he was still trying to wrap his head around how insanely good it felt to be inside that woman.

He had imagined it and he knew it, yet the reality was exceeding all expectations.

Being on top of her, sinking into her harder and harder as their tongues intertwined demandingly was so much better than he had ever dreamed.

The girl opened her eyes, transfigured by beauty, to stare at him with ardour.

He increased the pace feeling the first contractions crossing that magnificent body he had in his hands. Looking into each other's eyes increased both the pleasure and the complicity of their union. In fact, for a fraction of a second the girl's wonderful face was marked by the deepest anguish.

"It's just s*x right?"

He didn't know how to define what was happening between them, but there was no doubt that it was s*x.

"Of course baby," he reassured her, pinning her arms tightly above her head. He would never tire of looking at her like this, with her hair disheveled, her skin burning, her lips swollen, and her eyes adoring the immense relief he was giving her. Never as great as what she was giving him.

He was speechless when after a while he saw the electric shock of pleasure pass through her. It was truly a spectacle of nature, like the sky, like the sea, like life being born.

He stopped for just a moment to lift her legs and rest them on his chest. Did she want him to continue? Then he would make her feel even better. In fact, Chiara opened her eyes wide and clung to his arms, moaning.

Seeing her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her eyes telling him all the pleasure she was feeling and especially hearing her uncontrollable moans, made him slow down in a daze. He bent both her legs to one side to feel her even tighter than she was. Her little ass was also extremely inviting and she would surely visit him later, he thought, leaning down to kiss her while teasing her n****e.

He pulled away from her face to give her the final volley of thrusts and gasped as he felt her lips widen and tighten for the second time in a few minutes.

He felt the same earthquake pervade him too, as those internal contractions sucked every last drop of pleasure out of him.

That wasn't your average f**k. It was much much more.

It was a collective madness, it was a pact signed in blood. It was a one-way street.