ISSABELLE

Ryan and Issabelle, sat in the car to drive back to her place. She was dazed, confused, and taken aback by the turn of events in her life. She thought that how her life was becoming adventurous once again. It had been pretty monotonous since the last 20 yrs. Could it be because of Ryan's return, she wondered? Though her brain kept sending messages to her, that she should slow down and think over once. While her heart, as well as her body, were behaving like a traitor. She convinced herself, where the brain and the heart fights, it is the heart that always wins. Thus she decided to listen to her heart, as well as to her body that had more urgent demands. She pressed herself close to Ryan. She found that he was as much aroused, as she was. He kissed her gently on her lips, and then with more urgency, trying to derive a response from her. She too was deeply aroused and returned back his kisses with equal urgency. She needed him inside her. She wanted to feel, Ryan's naked body above her.

Ryan suddenly muttered that "Issabelle please let's stop, kissing one another, or I won't be able to drive us back home." They reached home, and Ryan parked her car in the drive. He took keys from her and unlocked the door. They entered the house with an urgency of wanting each other. Just to lighten up the sparks of raw passion between them, she went to the kitchen to fill and put on the kettle, so that they could have a cup of hot coffee. Ryan came from behind and dragged her into his arms as if he could not wait. He started placing kisses on her neck, on her shoulders, on her breast. He then said, "Issabelle, do you have any idea, how when you had left me 20 yrs back, to sleep alone on the same bed where you had lied only a few hours back. Do you have any idea how I felt getting up in that empty cold bed, without you beside me? How I missed you in the night when I remembered how you used to snuggle up next to me in bed, holding me tightly in your arms while sleeping. As if you never wanted to let me go. How I used to miss those sounds that you used to make, while making love, and those sound of pleasure I used to derive from you when you wanted me inside you."

Ryan had started to derive, achingly painful emotions from her, which she had kept hidden safely, from herself as well as from others. Because she didn't want to acknowledge than. Rather she focussed on hatred and anger all these years. If she would have focused on the painful emotions, she would never have survived. But now with Ryan eliciting those hidden responses, she withdrew away from him, and cried bitterly, "You did not love me Ryan, or you would never have doubted me even for a second. Your rejection of the baby, your accusations had hurt me like hell. You did not love me, I am sure. What you had felt for me was only sex."

Ryan asked her, "What makes you say that? I acknowledge that the worst mistake I had made, was denying my own child. But you cannot say what I felt for you was just sex. No Issabelle, no. I loved you like hell, and I love you even more now. For you, it might have been sex, because you left me so easily. Wasn't it?"

Issabelle gave a hysterical laugh while she said, "I survived only for Cathy's sake. As I had stopped eating and had lost a lot of weight, I didn't want to live. The doctor said that I was in danger of losing the baby. I used to just sit and cry, and mourn for the love lost. I too used to get up in the night's aching for you, wanting you. This is what you call easy Ryan?"

Ryan took her in his arms, giving a groan of anguish, and desire. He steadied her with his hand holding her back, and then his mouth came down on hers, not with gentle kisses, but passionate ones. As if he wanted to make good the loss of twenty years. His tongue trying to separate her lips, trying to arouse an equally passionate response from her. His tongue inside her mouth, moving in and out, in a rhythmic movement, eliciting the desired response, as she started quivering, yielding until she responded equally passionately to his kisses. His hands slid down over her back, to the curve of her wrist, and then cupping the roundness of her butts, and then pulling her tightly towards his body. his mouth then went towards its downward journey, to her breast's, kissing them, his hand cupping her breast, his fingers playing with her nipples, and then he kissed her nipples, sucking them, drawing them into a peak, due to which she was aroused, his tongue then started its repeat onslaught inside her mouth, and simultaneously, his hips started moving his penis hard on her groins.