More Than This by Dominique Wolf
CHAPTER 61:
Isabella
8 MONTHS LATER
“T
hat was a really sweet speech you gave,” I said as Giovanni pulled me into his arms on the dance floor.
His arm came around my waist and rested on my lower back, sending electricity through my veins at the mere touch of his skin against mine. The dress Katrina had chosen for her bridesmaids was open back which meant Giovanni took full advantage of that by brushing his fingertips against my skin. His other hand was in mine and he pulled me closer to him so we were inches from each other.
“Well, Sergio has always been like a brother to me,” he explained. “The least I could do was remind him of that.”
I smiled and rested my head against his chest. Katrina and Sergio's wedding was absolutely stunning. Katrina had always wanted to get married at this beautiful vineyard just outside of Madrid and I understood why. The venue was like something out of a fairytale. Beautiful chandeliers hung throughout the room and the wedding planner had done a great job of bringing Katrina's timeless vision to life. From the dance floor, you could see the doors were opened completely and guests were scattered throughout the room and the patio outside overlooking the rest of the property. There was a maze in the distance and with the full moon shining down on it, it truly felt like something out of a movie. I couldn't help but cry during the ceremony - it was beautiful to see the love those two shared. We had started to approach the late evening and the party was just getting started. The DJ was easing everyone in after the first dance and I was happy to have this moment with Giovanni. He looked so sexy in his tight-fitted navy suit and it was taking all my self-control to not have my way with him already.
I didn't realise I was gawking at him until he looked down at me and lifted an eyebrow. “What are you looking at?”
I blushed. “You. You look really handsome tonight.”
He had neatened his beard for the occasion and his hair was styled in place. He still had a faint scar under his eye from the night of his car accident. I often found myself running my fingers gently over it, reminding me of that night and what it felt like to nearly lose him. It wasn't a thought I wanted to entertain but it reminded me to never take our time for granted. His leg took a few months to heal and only recently did he get his cast off. After being stuck on crutches for months, he was ready to take every opportunity he could to be on his feet.
“Thank you, baby.” He moved closer to me and brushed his fingers over my skin again. “You already know how I feel about this dress.”
A mischievous grin played at his lips and I knew exactly where his mind was headed. It took us a while to leave our hotel room today after he saw my dress for the first time. It was a long, deep maroon dress with a slit up my left leg. Between my bareback and leg on display, he was having a hard time keeping it together and I loved it. Even after all this time, I still managed to get this reaction out of him.
“You really didn't want to leave the room today,” I giggled.
“Nope. I was ready to take you right then and there,” he said in a hushed voice. “But we couldn't be late to the wedding. Not like we were at that other dinner of theirs.”
I couldn't help the heat that spread across my cheeks. A couple of weeks before the wedding, Katrina and Sergio had set up a dinner for the friends and family that weren't able to travel to Madrid for the wedding. Giovanni and I didn't even make it past our bedroom door before devouring each other which caused us to be late for the dinner. We didn't plan it. We just couldn't get enough of each other. It didn't matter that we had been living together, the heat between us was only intensified by that. There was no blowing out this flame anytime soon.
“That was so bad,” I chuckled.
“Luckily we were on time today and look how nicely everything turned out.”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
The song finished and moved onto something more upbeat. We made our way back to our table and sat down next to each other. Giovanni shifted his chair closer to me so he could rest his hand on my thigh. As we continued our conversation, the emcee for the evening interrupted us.
“Can we get all the single ladies on the floor now? We'd like to do the throwing of the bouquet.”
“That's me,” I announced, standing up.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. “Where do you think you're going?”
“They're calling all the single ladies.”
“And that's not you,” he murmured. “You're mine, or do I have to remind you?”
A smile played on my lips. “I think you should remind me.”
He lifted an eyebrow and smirked.
“But they are, technically, calling all unmarried women and I don't see a ring on my finger so...”
He chuckled. “Are you hinting at something, Isabella?”
I shook my head and smiled innocently before making my way to the dance floor. We gathered together as Katrina stood on a chair that was brought onto the dance floor for her. Giovanni was watching me from the table, the desire still burning in his eyes. I loved it when he called me his and I loved all the ways he showed me. He dominated my body and it bowed down to him. He knew all the ways to push it to the edge.
“One, two...” Katrina's voice brought me back to reality. “Three!”
She turned around and tossed the bouquet into the crowd causing all the women to push forward. The bouquet landed right in Reyna's hands and a chorus of cheers filled the room. I looked over at Giovanni who had his arms up as if to say. “Why didn't you catch it?”
I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. That was never my intention - it was just fun to be involved. I walked back to the table, his eyes were on me the entire time.
“Now about that reminder,” I murmured closer to him.
He tugged at his lips before smiling. “Come with me.”
He grabbed my hand and stood up. I couldn't help but smile as he led me out of the reception hall. The DJ continued the music and everyone was making their way back onto the dance floor. We made our way outside as he led me down the stairs. The fresh nighttime air surrounded us and I took a deep breath in.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I think that place over there should be far enough.”
He pointed to the small barn-like structure that stood across the lawn just in front of the maze feature they had on the property.
“Far enough from what?”
“Far enough that no one will be able to hear us.”
The pressure between my legs came alive and I couldn't help but tug at my bottom lip. Desire rippled through me and I was intrigued.
He stopped and turned to me. “You want me to remind you that you're mine, don't you?”
He was so close to me now that I could feel his breath on me, sending shivers up and down my body. I could feel the pressure building inside and I was dying to have him. He leaned down, his lips touching mine. He was soft and careful with his kiss before pulling away to continue to lead me towards the building. I looked around but there was no one in sight. It was exhilarating - this kind of spontaneity was what I loved about him. We reached the wooden door and he pushed it open.
“Hello?” he shouted.
There was no answer. It was a lot bigger than I realised and had long tables scattered across the hall that they would usually use for wine tasting. There was a small staircase to our left leading up to a second floor.
“Follow me,” he said and led me towards the stairs.
I climbed the stairs first as he followed closely behind me. The anticipation was killing me. We reached the top and it revealed a small office. There was an old oak table by the wall and in front of it was a leather couch. There was a window behind the table revealing the night sky to us. I felt his breath on my neck as he stepped towards me. His fingertips ran along my bare back and my breath caught in my throat.
He moved some of my hair to fall over my chest, revealing the back of my neck to him. I held my breath as he brought his lips down to my neck. The heat spread throughout my body sending sensations over every part of me.
“Giovanni,” I breathed.
“Yes, baby?” he murmured in between his kisses. “Do you like this?”
“M-hmm.”
“I already knew that,” he whispered seductively in my ear. “I know what drives your body crazy.”
He turned me to face him and his lips found mine with a hungry desire. Our bodies collided as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We stumbled towards the desk as his hand found its way into my hair. We stopped at the desk and he lifted me up on it, opening my legs with enough space to stand in between. I reached for his jacket and pushed it down his arms as my lips found his again. His hand ran up my arm to reach the back of my neck, wrapping around it gently. He pulled the clip holding my hair in place out and the rest of it cascaded down my back. It was already such a mess anyway.
He broke the kiss and placed his hands on my thighs. “Can you follow instructions?”
I nodded.
“Good girl.”
He pulled the single chair that was standing behind the desk forward and he took a seat, bringing him eye level with my knees. My breathing picked up and I tugged at my lip again. I was so ready for him. I could already feel my body was awake with desire. He slowly moved the material of my dress over my other leg, leaving both my legs now exposed. I shifted as he lifted my dress, making sure it was out of the way. I knew what he was planning on doing and it killed me. I loved the sight of him between my legs and the way he enjoyed me. My body craved his greedy tongue. He flicked his eyes to me before spreading my legs and reaching for my underwear. I lifted my body and allowed him to pull it down my legs, dropping it to the floor.
He leaned closer to me. “Keep your hands against the table.”
I leaned my arms back and tilted my head, watching as he brought my legs up, my heels resting on the table.
“Fuck, these are sexy,” he said, referring to my shoes.
He ran his hands up and down my legs. He loved to take his time. He loved to make me wait in anticipation until I was begging him to take me.
“Giovanni,” I pleaded.
“You need to learn to be patient, Isabella.”
Before I could respond, he brought his head forward and locked his arms around my thighs. With one last naughty smirk, he flicked his eyes to mine as he brought his tongue over me.
I threw my head back. Just the feeling of his tongue against me and the way he explored me was electrifying. I loved it. He was slow at first - flicking and moving at a rhythm that made me arch my hips towards him.
“Giovanni,” I breathed.
Hearing his name caused him to increase the urgency. His beard scratched against me but I didn't care. I was too high on the pleasure to care. I rocked my hips against him and my hand found its way to his hair, gripping as he continued.
He pulled away and his eyes reached mine. “I thought I told you to keep your hands on the table.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him and brought my hands back against the table, loving every moment of the way he took control. The pressure inside of me was escalating at a fast pace.
He brought his tongue back down against me. I tugged at my lower lip trying to contain the pressure building up inside of me. Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside of me, accompanying his tongue flicking over me.
“Oh myyyy,” I purred.
Another finger slipped inside, reaching exactly where I needed him to. I couldn't control the moans escaping my lips. This was driving my body fucking insane. He knew how to perfectly combine both as he pushed me closer to my climax. It was building and building and as he removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue, my body came undone. I couldn't help but grip his hair as I threw my head back, moaning his name into the night.
He removed his head from between my legs. “I'm not done with you just yet.”
My legs were shaking but that didn't stop him. He undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it open, revealing those sexy markings I'd never get enough of.
“Fuck,” I gaped.
“Stand,” he instructed.
I dropped my legs to the floor, careful to lean against the table.
He stood closer to me. “Turn around.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“I want you to turn around and bend over.”
My eyes rolled back just at the thought of what he was asking. I could feel my body screaming with desire as I turned around. He lifted my dress up and slowly bent me over the table, the cold wood against me. I was so overcome with delirious pleasure that I could have just exploded. I heard him undo his belt and rip open the condom packet. My breathing picked up and my toes curled, dying to have him already. His arms came around the side of my body and I felt him brush up against me. I couldn't hold back my gasp but that was nothing compared to what came when he finally entered me.
“Oh my God!” My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he filled me up.
He started to move his body and he was not gentle about it either. He gripped my hips and pulled me against him, our bodies colliding. The sound of mine hitting his was enthralling. I was already so high on pleasure that I couldn't believe my body had anything left to feel but I was wrong. The pleasure shot through me with each thrust inside of me. I tightened around him as his hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back.
“Don't stop, Giovanni,” I moaned.
I could hear the small gasps escape his lips. He pulled me closer to him and his lips found my ear.
“Mine, Isabella.” he claimed me. “You're all mine.”
“I'm yours.” I was absolutely his. There was no doubt about it. Body, soul and heart belonged to him and that was never going to change. Each thrust deeper inside of me pushed me towards my climax again. I tightened around him, the throbbing between my legs increasing.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeated.
He continued until we both found our climax. I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my lips. I lay against the table trying to catch my breath as the overwhelming pleasure settled over me. I couldn't move. He pulled out of me with one last small gasp. I slowly brought myself up and turned to face him. He looked up at me, a grin on his face as he tried to catch his breath.
“We are doing that again,” I said.
He chuckled. “Whatever you want, baby.”
***
After finally making ourselves presentable enough, we made our way back to the party. We rejoined the dance floor and he pulled me closer to him, our bodies moving together. We stopped by the car before coming back to the hall so he could spray some of his cologne on him again. He didn't go lightly with it. I breathed it in as we moved - it was intoxicating. He was intoxicating and he always would be.
“You know, I can see this being us one day,” he murmured softly.
I glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”
“The whole getting married. The idea doesn't scare me anymore.”
Giovanni Velázquez had come a long way from being that typical bad-boy with commitment issues that everyone warned me to stay away from. Our relationship had become something so sacred and every part of my being knew we were meant to be together. We were meant to meet each other that night at Mala Mía - even if I didn't realise it at the time, he was the one for me.
“And I know that most marriages end in divorces,” he continued. “Just look at my parents.”
It didn't take long after Giovanni's accident for him and Alvaro to finally sit down with them and play open cards. It took Cecilio by surprise to learn that his wife had been unfaithful to him but he had no leg to stand on when he was doing exactly the same. Their family meeting imploded and it took a couple of days for his parents to come to terms with the fact that their relationship was broken beyond repair. A few months later they filed for divorce and now they both lived separate lives with their new partners. Their family was surprisingly better off because of it.
“But I know that's not going to happen with us because there is no one else for me but you, mi hermosa.”
I couldn't help but smile. My heart was so full and it was all because of him. We had a love that I never believed I would ever be able to have and I often found myself wondering how I got so lucky. I leaned up to him and my lips reached his. My arms wrapped around his neck as we deepened the kiss. I had to remind myself that we were on a dance floor full of people and I slowly pulled away. He was smiling down at me - those deep brown eyes of his filled with a happiness that mirrored my own.
“There you two are!” Reyna exclaimed and turned to Diego on the other side of the dance floor. “Bring the shots here.”
“Oh God, Reyna, not shots,” I groaned.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Don't be a bore. This is a celebration and you bet your ass we are going to celebrate.”
Shortly after I moved in with Giovanni, Reyna and Diego took their relationship to the next level. He moved into the apartment and a few months later, they were engaged. I owed Reyna everything. She took me in with open arms that one day and never looked back. She never asked for anything in return and I was allowed to become the woman I was today because of her. I couldn't be happier that she had found Diego. He treated her right and was completely smitten with her - what more would I want for my best friend?
“If you think this is a party, wait till our wedding,” Diego said as he joined our group, handing each of us a shot.
“I'm actually afraid of what that's going to be like,” Giovanni jokes. “I don't think my liver is going to be able to handle that.”
“Boooooo!” Reyna shouted playfully. “You're such an old man now.”
I couldn't help but laugh as we all brought our shot glasses together. I brought it to my lips and tilted my head back, the alcohol making its way down my throat. It was strong but I was just thankful it wasn't tequila. The dance floor filled with more people as the DJ changed the music up, bringing on the real party music now. Katrina and Sergio joined our group and we all moved our bodies to the music. Looking around at all of the people I loved, I couldn't help but feel at ease with life.
I was happy.
