Page 19 of Memento Mori
BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT YOUR BODY IS SAYING
Antonio
Four months later...
The Wedding of Chantal Douglas-Rizzo and Daniel “Razor” Gonzalez
“We can’t do this right now,” she whispered. “There are hundreds of people here. Anyone could come in here and see us.”
She was right. There were hundreds of people here today. Family, acquittances, heads of the other Families, heads of states. You name it, everyone came to witness the marriage of Don Rizzo’s only daughter, Chantal Douglas-Rizzo, my sister.
However, Aaliyah’s pleas went in one ear and out the other. I didn’t give a damn where we were and who was here. God blessed me by giving me another chance with this beautiful woman. He wouldn’t frown upon me for doing what I was getting ready to do.
Well at least I didn’t think He would.
I hadn’t seen my woman in a few days and hadn’t indulged in her exquisite body for just as long. I’d only been able to hear her sweet voice because of our phone calls, and her absence was driving me insane, to the point where I was willing to fuck her right here in the cathedral with hundreds of people just feet from where I pulled her into a side room. She was crazy if she thought I would let this opportunity pass by just because we were at my sister’s wedding or on holy ground. I knew my sister and her soon-to-be husband would do the same thing if they hadn’t already.
It took everything in me, not to leave Razor’s bachelor party, and crash Chantal’s bachelorette party to take my woman and have my way with her. Naked women nor alcohol compared to Aaliyah. I missed her.
My eyes traced a slow and seductive path down her body, taking in the allure of the stunning woman in front of me. Aaliyah’s beauty was immeasurable. Indescribable. From her face to her perfectly painted manicured toes, she was beyond breathtaking.
We’d been together for months, and I almost fucked this entire thing up, but she forgave me. Now we were minutes away frommy sister walking down the aisle and all I wanted was to bury myself deep inside her tight warmth.
I glided my hands up her bare arms, loving the feel of her silky skin against my fingertips, bringing her closer to me. I could only imagine my Nonna’s disapproving headshake, and signature frown if she’d ever caught wind of how I defiled the holy grounds of the cathedral.
A wide smile spread across my face. Nonna always said I’d be the one grandchild that went to Hell. For just a taste of Aaliyah, right now, I would gladly accept that fate.
“I hear the words coming out of your mouth, but that’s not what your body is saying, Bella.”
I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling the softness against my lips, and slowly traced my fingers up her thighs, savoring the warmth beneath my touch. When I reached the intimate, moist area between her legs, her lips parted, releasing a deep, primal moan.
“You want me just as bad as I want you. We might be in church, but you want me to fuck you Aaliyah, just as bad as I want to fuck you.”
“Antonio,” she whispered her hands clutching my shoulders.
“Say my name again,” I commanded, my words filled with lust.
“Antonio.”
“You’re so wet, my love. Your panties are soaked.”
“That may be, but... but what if someone sees us?” she asked, her question coming out in a breathless pant as her center thrusted against my touch.
“What will they do, Aaliyah? Hmmm?”
I pushed the thin material covering her wet pussy to the side, granting my fingers access to her protruding bud and wet folds. “Baby, I don’t give of fuck if someone catches us. It was you who wanted to keep us a secret until after the wedding. Let them all find out. Let them see me ravish your beautiful body. Let them hear your moans of pleasure.”
“Oh god,” she moaned.
“I haven’t been able to see you these last couple of days or feel your juices soak my cock.” I brushed my lips against hers as I spoke, cupping her breast through her dress with my hand. “Let the world find out I’m in love with the most sexy, intelligent woman alive and that I can’t keep my hands off her. I don’t give a fuck what they see or what they hear. I need you. I need to be inside you.”
We’ve had this same conversation for the past few months, at least since we decided we wanted to commit to one another. She decided it was best to keep our relationship a secret from our families, at least until after Chantal’s wedding.
Once we had the mishap with Francesa almost causing me to lose everything, I didn’t want to wait any longer. I kept my father in the dark about who she was, but I let him know I was in love, and he’d meet her soon. It wasn’t necessary for him or my mother to continue with the matchmaking. For the time being he wasn’t hassling me about my mysterious woman, and agreed to stop the arranged marriage bullshit, as long as my relationship was headed for marriage. I assured him that it was and today everyone would know Aaliyah Solarin was mine, whether she wanted them to or not.
From the moment Aaliyah entered the room at my future brother-in-law’s house, I knew I wanted a future with her. Her intelligence and beauty captivated me. While I tried to downplay my attraction the best I could, with every step she took, with every word she spoke, I saw my future in her.
Despite my intentions to hide my attraction when we first met, my future brother-in-law, his friend, Demon, and my little brother called me on my bullshit after Aaliyah left that night. There were no doubts in my mind because there was just something about her. That she would be different from any other woman I’d ever known. Which was why when I escorted her from Daniel’s home, we exchanged numbers so we could keep in touch. I had every intention of trying to have something special with her.
