Chapter 180: Bonus – Wedding Part One
Isabella’s POV
Six days later
I can’t believe I’m getting on a jet today to go to Hawaii to marry the love of my life. People say you really don’t know yourself until your late twenties or early thirties, but I know who I am and what I want out of life, and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anyone but Zander beside me to enjoy it.
“Good morning, Z,” I whispered as I peppered kisses over his cheek to his mouth.
“Good morning, bunny,” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “How did you sleep?”
“Good, except I had to get up a couple of times to pee,” I giggled.
“At this rate, you’ll be living in the bathroom in your third trimester,” Zander chuckled.
“No kidding,” I replied. “Well, we should get up, we need to be at the airport in 2 hours.”
“I’m already up,” Zander smirked, winking.
I lifted up the sheets. “That you are,” I blushed. “I’ll get up then.”
“That was supposed to make you NOT get out of bed,” Zander smirked.
“Who said I was getting out of bed?” I said, smiling. “I said, I’ll get up then.” I climbed up on Zander and straddled him.
“Well, isn’t this an unexpected turn of events?” Zander grinned, gripping my hips.
I leaned down for a long, deep kiss, and Zander moaned into my mouth. God. The sound made me instantly wet. Zander reached down and slid his fingers between my folds. “Zander,” I breathed.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me, bunny,” Zander growled, his hands lifting me up to place my pussy to hover over the tip of his cock. I balanced myself in a frog pose. “You want this?” He asked, rubbing me against his tip.
“Give me your cock, Zander,” I groaned, dropping to my knees and slowly sinking onto his cock. He fills me so full, as always. It feels like his cock was made just for me. “Zander, baby,” I gasped. I leaned forward to place my hands on his chest to brace myself and start gyrating on him.
“Fuck, bunny,” Zander groaned. “You’re perfection. My perfection.” Zander starts to grind up into me, his rhythm working with mine. My feet tuck under the back of his thighs, giving me more leverage to grind him harder. Ecstasy is the only thing I can call it when our bodies are entwined.
“ZANDER!” I called out, leaning back and shifting my hands to rest behind me on Zander’s thighs. The shift in position was mind-blowing, as Zander's cock rubbed perfectly on my G-spot. Zander started to pound upwards, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, but the pain was delicious when combined with the pleasure. A perfect balance that heightens the sensation. “I’m going to cum, Zander,” I screamed out.
“Cum, Izzy,” Zander growled. “Strangle my cock with that pretty little cunt of yours.”
Fuck, I love when he talks dirty to me. It sent me directly over the edge, and my pussy strangled his cock. Pulsing and grabbing at his big dick.
“Yes, bunny,” Zander snarled. “That pretty pussy of yours feels like it's trying to suck me deeper into you.” He reached up and cupped my tits, pinching at my pebbled nipples, and my core tightens punishingly around him. Zander moaned loudly and then tensed under me.
“Fill me with your cum, Z,” I purred, and then he exploded inside of me. Painting me with his cum. I leaned down to kiss him on the lips, and he flipped me over on my back, rolling on top of me. “Zander,” I squealed.
“I love you, Izzy,” Zander said, nuzzling my neck.
“I love you, too,” I replied, kissing the top of his head.
We lay there as long as we possibly could before we had to get up. Luckily, we had packed everything last night because I was so panicked. We got up, showered, and headed to the airport with way too much luggage. When we get to the private airfield, I look in awe.
“Do you think Nathan could bring a bigger plane?” I questioned, looking at Zander.
Zander laughed, “He said he wanted to be able to fly without stopping. I guess that requires a big plane. Looks like a Gulf Stream.”
“Now, you’re just talking Greek to me,” I giggled. “All I know is a big plane, a small plane.”
Zander kissed me on the side of the head. “You’re so freaking adorable sometimes,” he smirked.
We climb out of Zander’s truck and are immediately inundated by five little toddlers.
“Zan, Zan, Zan,” Hailee called.
“Izzzzzzzzeeeeee,” Dante yelled.
Samson and Aurora are just squealing loudly. The only one who is quiet is Emma. She is smiling from Amelie's arms and making grabbing hands, like she wants to come over to us.
I picked up Dante, and he proceeded to grab my cheeks and give me a big smooch on the lips.
“Hey! Stop trying to steal my girl!” Zander joked as he scooped up Hailee.
“Izzy, mine,” Dante declared smugly.
“Well, he told you,” I giggled. Aurora hugged my leg, and I crouched down to her level. “Hi, Aurora, your dress looks so pretty.”
“Tank you,” Aurora grinned.
God, I can’t wait for my kids to say cute little mispronunciations. I placed Dante down on the ground and stood back up to greet Amelie. “Hi Amelie,” I said, smiling. “Hello, little Miss Emma.”
Emma is the cutest little girl. She’s a lot smaller than her siblings, but you can tell behind her big, beautiful brown eyes that she’s an old soul. She always looks at you like she’s trying to read you and evaluate.
“Emma, show Auntie Isabella what you can say,” Amelie encouraged.
“Hi, Bella,” Emma said, slowly. Pronouncing the two words precisely.
“Yay! Emma! You did so well!” I grinned and clapped my hands.
“We’ve been practicing for weeks,” Amelie beamed.
“She did an amazing job,” I replied, laying my hand on her arm. “You are an incredible mom, Amelie.”
“Thank you for saying that, Isabella,” Amelie responded.
I know Amelie has been working a lot with Emma. Emma is highly intelligent and artistic, but still struggles with speech delays. Luckily, Amelie is the best person to have as a mother in this situation. I can see myself seeking a lot of advice from her when the twins are born. I put my hand on my belly and smiled.
Nathan walked out of the hangar and straight towards us, scooping up Dante and Samson football style as he approached. Both boys let out huge giggles. “You ladies ready to get on the plane?” Nathan asked.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Hawaii, here we come.”