She freezes in my arms, and I run my tongue up her jaw and latch on to the side of her neck and suck the tender skin. Fuck she taste so good. Gripping her hip, I pull her closer to my hard length, her little tummy bumping into my abs. Fuck, that’s my seed growing in her, I fucked her and my cum filled her womb and I want to do it all over again. I groan, lost in the moment and kiss her hard.
Isabella is still stiff in my arms, but soon her body relaxes and her arms circle around my neck.
“Fuck, bunny. I missed your taste, the way you smell.” I kiss her and then grip her hair in my hand, moving her head to the side so I can run my nose up her throat to smell her hair. Isabella finally lets her self-go and it’s like the fire starts inside her and she attacks my lips just as hungry for me as I am for her.
We are growling and barely breathing, kissing everywhere we can. Isabella is trying to climb me like a tree, so I hoist her up by her ass, grinding my cock against her core, nearly coming in my pants. It’s been so long. Isabella grinds back and then looks me in the eyes. She strokes my hair and then she growls and attacks my neck, sending a shiver down my spine right to my cock. Fuck, I have to stop this. As much as I want to continue, we have to stop. She will regret this if we continue. When I fuck her, it will be as my wife. My forever and she will be in myhouse and in my bed every fucken night not living across the yard.
“Bunny?” I moan into her mouth as she sucks my tongue into hers and then she nips my bottom lips.
Christ!
She kisses my lips, my cheek, “Mumm?”
I kiss her and then mumble against her lips. “Bunny? I’m going to let you down now before this goes too far.” I release her and we both are out of breath, both wishing it could go on, both knowing we have a long way to go before this can happen. I say my goodnight and leave her with a smile on my face.
Once back in the house I go to her room and watch the lights in her house turn off one by one and send my nightly text.
Alexander:Good night, Mrs. Russo.
Little bubbles appear.
Isabella:Goodnight, Butterscotch. :)
Best. Fucken. Friday in my life.
Chapter 24 ~ Isabella
Anna arrived, nose diving on my bed, making us bounce, and giving me a tight hug shortly after Alexander left and made his brief declaration of love, honor, and cherish. I laughed and held her close. She backs up from my hug, looking at me.
“You are crazy, Isabella. You’re going to become a mother?
“And you’re going to be Aunty Anna.” Now we are both laughing. That strikes me as odd, Anna the aunty to my baby.
She repositioned herself on the bed, resting her head on the headboard while placing a pillow across her stomach, playing with the tassels.
“You scared the shit out of me, Isabella. When Carlos carried you in all pasty, sweaty, and delirious, I thought you were going to die.” She points at me now, right in my face. “I didn’t mind putting you in a box so you could run away, but I don’t want to put you in thelast box,okay? None of this shit anymore. You’re freaking me out.”
She pulls on the pillow’s piping to straighten it. “I was terrified that I would lose you forever.”
I clutched her hand tight. “Never.” When I grin at her, she smiles back at me.
“I wrote to you every day, you know. Sending the letters would have been too risky. I was so scared we would get caught. But I guess it doesn’t matter now because dick head found me anddragged me back.” I grumble.
“Oh, someone swears? I like this new Izzy.”
I am laughing at her now. “You would, but yeah, fuck it. I’m exhausted, Anna, so tired. No matter what I do, the results are always the same. So why not just let shit fly? I’m not holding my tongue anymore. I'm different now, Anna, I’m not the same person who left here.”
Anna just looks at me. “Good. It’s about time you grabbed your lady balls. I always knew you had a pair.” She pushes me with her shoulder.
“I missed you so much, Izz. God, it’s been hard without you.”
I take her hand and put it on my tummy. “I know the feeling. Like, who gets pregnant from busting their cherry?”
She rubs little circles on my tummy. “You do. It was all those treats I piled on your plate. You had a sugar high.”
“Yeah, that’s got to be it.” I laugh. “How’s Danny?”
She sits up straighter and holds the pillow to her tummy again. “A dick.”
