My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) Page 17

  “Turn around and stick your ass out. I want to get you off.” My voice sounded hoarse, and my cock was still semi hard. She stuck her ass out and quickly settled her pussy on my face. She arched her back and I knew she liked me teasing her. Playfully I lapped her up and sucked on her clit until I felt the throb in my mouth. She was close. With her wetness covering my face she cried out. “Don’t stop Oh god don’t stop.” Her body tightened, and my hands caressed her ass as she came hard grinding into me. Listening to her groan as she continued to use my face to rub her clit to an orgasm was so fucking hot. Her thighs tightened around my head. Once the orgasm slowed, so did her gyrating. I could have stayed like that all day. Needless to say, I had a rushed morning after that. I spent the day at the Embassy with her taste on my lips.

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  My brother was still not located after two months. The FBI looked for him in France and Italy. I had spoken to the Italian Ambassador and briefed him on what happened. He was glad to help out in the search or whatever he could do. There was no sign of him anywhere. I found that hard to believe. Romain wasn’t that slick to up and run away without a sign. Where he was, I didn’t know and at that point in my life, I didn’t care. My mother took the news as well as I had expected. That was her first born. He was a prince in her eyes no matter what he did. But, like my father, she had enough. She kept saying he would come back. After all the times he disappeared on us before, he always came back or contacted my parents. This time, he just vanished. I began to believe maybe he did kill himself.

  What helped my mother cope was telling her I needed her to plan the wedding for Isabella and me. Isabella called and told her what she wanted and my mom had a renewed energy to get things moving. We also insisted they fly to DC for Thanksgiving and she and Isabella would be in charge of the entire meal. It didn’t take much to get her to agree. We were moving on with our lives and doing the best we could to make everything work. With Andrea now dead, and my country confirming the bombing of this groups headquarters, I felt we were safe again. They had bodies of this group. All of them were confirmed dead, and with that including the sons of the terrorists. I was satisfied.

  There was still a lot to do even though the plans had changed. We needed a caterer, a band and a priest. I offered to fly Father Dave down to Paris to surprise Isabella. He agreed. The band? I got a hold of Marco and offered to fly him and his band down if he would play. He agreed. We were at five weeks out, on schedule, and the wedding couldn’t get here soon enough for me.

  At Thanksgiving, my parents came to Washington and we spent the holiday with the Piori’s. We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in France, but I felt this was a good time to start a new tradition. We were now almost Americans, and Thanksgiving was a major ordeal for the Piori clan, and a beautiful holiday shared by the people we loved the most. I decided to have dinner at the mansion for a change. My house was used for all types of parties and benefits, why not a family Thanksgiving? I had someone come in and decorate. My girl was in her glory, cooking the day before. My mom and dad came out early and of course, the two women in my life were back in the kitchen doing what they did best. The smell throughout the house was so inviting. It was like parties we had when I was a boy living with my parents in Paris. I loved having the family around me and for once in months I felt like myself again. My dad and I took some time together the day before, and I took him to the Embassy to meet everyone.

  The week before the wedding we flew together to Paris. Isabella’s parents stayed at my parents. We put everyone else up at the vineyard. The place was crowded, but so exciting and indescribable. I wanted a home filled with family and kids and I sure had one. With her sister Sophia, Ben, and their little girl in our home, I imagined how nice life would be to have a baby running around.

  The night before the wedding, Gustan, Isabella’s brothers, her father and I went out. We had a man’s night out on the town. That included lots of drinking, meat eating, and smoking cigars. The night before my wedding was quiet and calm and that is how I wanted to spend the evening. I didn’t need a bachelor party. My whole life up until Isabella, had been a bachelor party. I was done with all that and none of it sounded appealing.

  The day of the wedding, our vineyard was turned into the most beautiful place on earth. That morning there was a light snow. My mom did an amazing job with organizing the event. There was a huge heated white tent used for the ceremony and another for the reception. Throughout the vineyard, candles were lit everywhere. French and Italian music played throughout the grounds. A horse-drawn carriage waited for us. Marco and his band set up to play for the reception. Isabella loved dusk, so we planned a twilight wedding. The night could not be more perfect. The sun set and the sky was a mix of pinks and purples. The best part was watching my angel walk down the aisle. I felt my legs weaken when I saw her. The dress looked even better on her that night, and all I could think of was taking it off her. Gustan slapped me on the shoulder and winked when he saw Isabella, and everyone laughed. Isabella had no idea Father Dave was officiating the service until she met me at the altar and he stepped out. That brought the tears and the smiles.

  The loss of Avery was hard for everyone when the wedding began. Father Dave mentioned she was there in spirt and her name brought tears to some eyes. My wedding day to Isabella was the most beautiful day of my life, and it’s something I thought would not happen. I was marrying my true soul mate and the love of my life. I couldn’t stop crying. The tears streamed down both of our cheeks as we faced each other and repeated the vows we wrote ourselves. I insisted on speaking first.

  “With you, I’ve found strength, true and undying love, and a partner for life. I admit, I have put you through hell. When I almost died, you were who I looked for. You made me whole again. Pushing you out of my life was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I promise with all my heart to never hurt you again, to never see you cry for me unless its tears of joy. You have made me a better man.” I wiped tears from my eyes and continued.

  “Being the Ambassador of France is second to being your husband and sharing my life with you. You are the most beautiful and mysterious woman I have ever met. I promise to protect you, love you, and help you become whoever you want to be the rest of my life. We have so many wonderful memories to make. I look into your eyes and I see happiness, love, and wonderment. We have so much to look forward to in our lives and filling this vineyard with babies as beautiful as you are. You are a gift from God. You are the greatest thing God ever created. Thank you for loving me.” Her family started to clap and yell.

  Isabella could barely get the words out. Father Dave hugged her and handed her a new tissue.

  “The moment I saw you my heart stopped. I knew you were going to be mine one way or the other. I was a naive girl going to work for you at my first job away from my family. I never dreamed you would love me as much as you do. I feel your love every day. When you almost died, I didn’t know how I would go on. When we ended our engagement I felt like every day was hell. The day you showed up at my porch looking so bad, I understood what true love was. You are love, you have made my life complete and each day you are in my world is a gift from God. I plan on being by your side through our entire life holding on tight waiting for the next memory we can make together. You Fabrice Arbidoux are my rock, my strength, and the greatest love of my life. Thank you for giving me you.” How I made it through that was a miracle. I could hear my mamma and Isabella’s mom crying.

  When we officially were pronounced man and wife, I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her with such force, we almost fell over. The family whooped and hollered and gave us a standing ovation. We walked down the aisle hand in hand. The carriage was going to take us for a ride through the vineyard before we entered the reception. It was the first time we were alone the entire day and as husband and wife.

  I grabbed her in my arms and held her close to me not wanting to let her go. “Well, Mrs. Arbidoux how does it feel to be a married woman?”

 
; “I’m so happy, Fabrice. I married my best friend. How does being an old married man feel to you?”

  “Like our lives are only beginning. We have had some trials already but you and I make one hell of a team. We have so much to look forward to. I love you, Isabella. You are simply one of a kind. You look so fucking beautiful.” I kissed her sweetly on the lips and tried to get my hand up her dress. She playfully slapped my hand away.

  “Oh no. You must wait till later. I have a few surprises for you.”

  “I plan on taking you in every position tonight.”

  “I’ll be taking you, in every position. You may need to take a small nap before this reception is over.”

  As she kissed me, she said, “You are all mine now and I’m going fuck you into oblivion tonight.”

  “You should have said that in your vows. There is nothing I want more tonight then to be fucked into oblivion.”

  The evening was beautiful, magical and totally perfect. We danced, drank, and sang until the wee hours of the morning.

  Before we headed out to our honeymoon, the band played Non, je ne regretted rien, the song I’d sung to Isabella on the boat the night we were on the River Seine. We looked at each other and laughed. I pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. “I believe you came to this song once.”

  “Yes I did, and I want you to sing to me again tonight when I have come for the twentieth time.”

  My parents wedding gift to us was ten days in Bora Bora. The day after we arrived, I sat in the over-the-water bungalow of our exquisite house overlooking the ocean. I watched the boats drift on the ice blue water as I enjoyed the silence and looking down at my wedding band. She was officially mine. I was finally married. I thought back on the past few months. Getting shot, losing her and now having her as my wife. I would do it all over again to have her. I would give up everything for her. What I felt for Isabella could not be bought or sought after. It just was. The way we met and the lengths we went to be together was something you can’t understand. She was made for me and I for her.

  I couldn’t sleep, and I had just showered while my Isabella still slept. The place we were staying in was amazing. The floor was glass and I was standing on top of the ocean while I walked around this bungalow. I could move here eventually. I saw her tanned muscular leg sticking out from the mammoth bed we had made love on all night. The sight of her leg made my cock hard. Even after what we did the night before, I wanted to do it all over again and again. I wanted to run my tongue up her beautiful sculpted leg until I made my way to her pussy. I had a feeling we wouldn’t be leaving this bungalow much. Thank God for room service.

  I heard a rustling in the bedroom as I looked to see my new wife waking up. The woman was beautiful beyond comprehension. I remember the first time I saw her when she came to interview for the job as my assistant. I knew then I would not be the same. I didn’t care what I lost, I knew I had to have her. We traveled a rough road to get to where we were, but I was relieved we were married. I couldn’t imagine having a life without her. There was no life without her. I adored being alone with her again and I planned on enjoying every second of her and our time together.

  “Fabrice,” she said, in her husky well fucked voice. I walked into our room and stood by the bed. The one woman I have wanted the most in my life was in front of me naked and wanting me again. Me, who was scared, damaged and almost wrecked. She saw past my scars and wounds and loved me for who I was. She loved me and nothing, not money, the Ambassadorship or anything else mattered. With her I was the man I needed to be. With her, I was just Fabrice Arbidoux.

  “Why are you up already, baby?” she asked, sleepily with her beautiful dark brown eyes hooded in sleep.

  “I couldn’t sleep, and I wanted to see the sun come up over the ocean. This place is like paradise,” I said.

  “I have all the paradise I need to see standing right in front of me. I want you, Fabrice.”

  “Isabella,” I groaned. I pushed my boxers down and stood in front of her naked.

  “You are all I need or ever will need. I’m so happy, Fabrice” she said. She pressed her face into my stomach, breathing me in, and grabbing my bare ass. I couldn’t resist her and the sight of my Isabella lying on the bed wanting me, was enough to make my cock stone hard.

  She pulled me down on top of her. “Come here and make love to me.”

  “I live to make love to you, Isabella. Satisfying you is why I was born.” I slipped inside her pussy with little effort. She had to be sore after the night we had. Listening to the ocean and the silence serenaded our love making.

  She whispered in my ear as she raked her hands through my hair. “I love when you’re inside me,” My skin tingled with every stroke and my body tightened. I enjoyed teasing her by giving her a little and then taking my cock out. The next stroke was deeper and then I would stop. The more I did that the wetter she became for me.

  I devoured her breasts and sucked her nipples while I thrust myself in her slowly and tantalizing. I heard a moan escape my throat as she teased me, letting her tongue run up and down my neck.

  I loved to look down and see her engrossed in making love to me. Watching her was a gift in itself. I was the luckiest man on earth the moment I saw her. I ached knowing how much we loved each other. How being apart nearly killed us.

  Her moans became louder and her breathing more labored. “Fabrice, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.”

  “Yes baby, I want you to come with me. Tease yourself and enjoy every inch going in and out of you. How perfectly I fit inside you,” I said, slowing down the thrusts until I was dying for more. She grabbed my ass and squeezed hard bringing me inside her more. I stopped thrusting and lay on top of her. My cock throbbing inside and her pussy clenching me tight.

  “Please, Fabrice,” she begged. I could feel her smile as I kissed her full pouty full lips that were warm and wet.

  looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed as she stared at me. Then she started gyrating under me.

  Her hands let go of my ass and trailed along my back and shoulders. My hands fisted in her hair as we rocked to our own rhythm.

  She stopped and looked at me again. “I live for you.” I wonder if she knew what she did to me saying that. To hear her say that was amazing. No one has ever said that. The rush that took over me was as if I was on a high powered drug. My heart pounded and my body was tense. She moaned when I grabbed her hair and pulled.

  “Come inside me, Fabrice.” Sparks shot up my spine. My balls grew tight, and I knew I was almost there. When I came, she shuddered and came with me. Together we rode out the orgasm as I held on for dear life. I collapsed on her and buried my face in her neck. We were both drenched in sweat.

  “I meant it when I said you are the greatest thing God created,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you so much, Isabella.”

  “I love you more.”

  I rolled off her and gathered her in my arms. My leg held up pretty good through that round. She stroked my newly messed hair as she lay on my chest.

  “I was always yours, Fabrice. No one will ever take your place. I’ve been yours since I was born,” she whispered, as she looked up and kissed my chin.

  “I still can’t believe we made it here,” I said.

  “Bora Bora? I never knew you wanted to come here so bad.” Isabella lifted her head to look at me.

  “No, that we are now married.”

  “Well, we would have gotten married sooner, but you lost your mind and kicked me out of the house.” Now she was being a comedian.

  “That’s not entirely correct. You agreed to leave, took off my ring, and refused to see me. I’m not all to blame.”

  “Bullshit. You told me to go and the wedding was off. I was pissed. Do you know that Marin was at my condo the next week and knew what happened?”

  I had no idea. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

  “I forgot, I really did until now. She said the two of you were back together and I wa
s to leave you alone. She would be taking care of you and you sent her to the condo to inform me that we would never be together again,” she laughed. I remember Marin telling me she hurt Isabella, and she would again. This is what she meant.

  “I wish you would have told me. She came to my office the same day I went to your parents’ house, begging me to take her back. I had to get nasty with her and threaten her to leave you alone. I see my threats worked. I never spoke to her before or after that. How would she have found out?”

  “Everyone knew you broke off your engagement. Not only was I heartbroken, but I was humiliated.”

  Isabella smiled at me “Wait till she finds out we are actually married. I may have to kick her ass if she bothers me again.” She snuggled back into my arms.

  “Be my guest. I want to watch though. About our time in Paris, I’m so sorry. Isabella, I will spend the rest of my life making that up to you.” She blinked up at me fighting to keep tears from pooling in her eyes.

  “You already did. You made me your wife and that is the best gift in the world.”

  I caressed her hair and ran my fingertips across her cheeks and she relaxed. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how far we have come since the terrorist attack and what brought us back together. Our love was something out of a fairytale. Our love was not going to end. No one or nothing would ever take her from me again.

  Before I fell asleep, I told her what I had been thinking about.

  “You know now that were married, you should stop taking the pill and see what happens.” I wanted to have a child with her. To see a part of each of us grown inside her would be the ultimate gift of love.