CHAPTER 16 - Sex with the boyfriend part 4

**CLARA**

After taking a shower I sit in one of the chairs and write down all the debts I have to pay since the rent of this house expires the other week.

I close my eyes sniffing for having such a problematic life, I open the notebook starting to prepare a well”structured resume where I put my last jobs and the computer course I did.

When I get to the part of the skills I do not know what to put, I make my mind think of something but I’m fumbled by knocks on the door.

Surely it is Alissa who came to criticize my decision to resign, it would make no difference since my boss was determined to fire me after all that mess.

“Alissa if you came to piss me off I recommend...", I open the door beginning to speak, but I shut up immediately when I see the last person I would imagine seeing now.

“Pietro?", widens his eyes touching his body to show that this is just a very good dream.

But with every touch, I see that it’s very real and his laugh confirms it when he pulls me into a strong hug, I close my eyes not believing that this is happening.

We move away and in a matter of seconds, our lips are against each other, the grip against me feeling the taste of the mouth that I missed so much in these years that have passed.

He seems to feel the same when he lifts me in his arms still kissing me, I discount all the longing in the kiss that removes all the breath.

When we parted I have a huge smile in my mouth and tears accumulated in my eyes, his hands remain on my waist while I fungus trying not to cry.

“Do not cry Amore Mio, per favor...", he asks wiping my tears with his thumb.

“It’s so good to have you here, you don’t know how much I needed a hug like that, Pietro.", I reveal sobbing.

They kiss once again before pulling him into the house, at that moment I feel my face warm when I realize that my humble residence is all messed up because I did not expect such an important visit.

“Mi Dio, try not to notice the mess, per favor...", I say embarrassed when your eyes scan the whole small room.

“No problem, your birthday happens in two days, and wanted to do something Speciale.", comments with the accent that I love so much.

“I couldn’t be more surprised, Grazie, Amore!", snare your neck looking deep into your brown eyes.

He stretches a brown bag in my direction that I did not realize I was holding, picks it up, and takes it to the table finding two bottles of wine.

“I remember that these were his favorite wines when he visited Rome."

I take each label reading the names of the wines I loved so much when I tried on my trip and Pietro still managed to remember each one.

“Grazie!", thank you for looking for two glasses in the cupboards.

Pietro seems to remember something when he widens his eyes and runs out of the house, I follow him, but he quickly comes back holding a giant packed package.

“Cazzo! I almost forgot about him..."

I leave the glasses on the table next to the wines when he puts the package facing me, I smile wondering what would be the second surprise.

“Aprilo! It’s your second gift!"

I approach in anticipation as I unroll the large package he holds against his own body as I open the present.

When I finally remove all the paper I am presented with a beautiful well”made painting, but it is not any painting, I raise my head seeing that Pietro faces me with a smile.

“It’s me! You painted me!", I exclaim watching every detail of the image that reflects a photo I sent to him a few weeks ago.

“Liked? I had to do it, the longing was impazzendo me and this was my refuge to endure until today, I waited for this day for a long time, Amore mio.

“I loved it!", I lean the painting on the wall as I run and jump on his lap, Pietro lifts me in his arms and twirls us around the room.

“I love you, Clara!", whispers with his eyes closed as I lean on our foreheads.

“I love you too!", I declare before kissing him.

I invite him to the couch and we open a bottle and wine enjoying each other’s company, Pietro noticed my behavior and my haggard countenance and asked what had happened.

Being one of only two people I trust tells me about the horrible afternoon today, he knows I don’t have a relationship with the family my father chose after my mother’s death, Pietro always tried to help me and now comforts me when I tell him I lost my job.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now...", I whisper hiding my face with my hands while my head is lying on Pietro’s legs with my fingers wrapped in my hair.

“I could go back with me to Rome...", I take my hands off my face thinking if I listen well.

“What?"

“Come with me to Italy, we could face everything together and you could build a different life from this one full of deceit..."

“Do you have any idea what you’re offering me, Pietro?"

“I do, Amore Mio. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s possible, I love you and want you with me, our distance is killing me...", he says accompanied by a long sigh.

I raise my body standing on my knees on the couch next to him as I hold his face in my hands.

“I hate this distance too, but I still have to think clearly, okay?", he nods before kissing me.

After taking almost a whole bottle of expensive wine, I feel looser and when the kiss deepens, I take her hands and put them on my naked thighs by the shorts of the pajamas I use.

“I want you, I’ve waited too long...", I murmur finishing the kiss.

“Are you sure?", Pietro asks with eyes clouded with desire.

“Make me yours...", whisper feeling your hands going up to my hair where they undo the loose bun.

It does not take long for Pietro to get up with me in his lap and take me to my room following my instructions.

While we talked I asked how long he will be in Brazil and to my misfortune, he can stay only for two weeks.

So why not enjoy every minute of your company from now on?

Pietro puts me sitting on the bed, I do not waste time doing something I always wanted to do, I go down my hands to the zipper of the cargo pants feeling the hard member stretching the fabric.

I should be nervous for the first time, but I feel and take to feel it completely inside me.

I squeeze the volume through the fabric listening to a growl coming out of his throat, Pietro kneels on the bed between my legs and brings the warm mouth of my neck, his tongue sucks my skin hard making sure that the hickey will be marked.

But I don’t mind that detail when your mouth meets my chin where it leaves a slight bite before kissing me, the fantastic tongue meets mine, I squeeze the fabric of your crazy sleeveless blouse to have more of that.

He asks me for the second time if this is really what I want, this time I do not answer with words, I just deepen the tasty kiss giving him a silent answer.

“I dreamed so much about this moment, Clara...", he whispers with his voice carried by the accent while giving me one last kiss before moving away.

My skin seems to burn, I need more touches that I have always wanted to feel since my visit to Italy, and being able to touch Pietro is now taking all my sanity.

I touch him without limits, stroking and stroking my hands around the body I wished to feel so close to me, the longing was killing me and I’m still not believing that one of my biggest dreams is coming true.

“I, too, am..."