ISSABELLE

Ryan kept on convincing Issabelle, "You have indeed brought up Cathy very well. You have done so much, you have achieved so much. I am so proud of you. I can't put it into words. So you please stop bothering about Steven's mother or about anyone else."

Issabelle questioned him "Do you really feel so, are you telling the truth to me?" While tears sparkled in her eyes.

Ryan told her, "Issabelle please don't cry, my love. I can't bear to see your tears. I can't bear to see you hurt,"

She wanted to raise up her hand to wipe the tears away, But then she realized, that Ryan was still holding her hands. Before she could stop him, he was drawing her closer to him, kissing both her hands and then both her eyes, which she had squeezed tightly, so that he may not see her tears. He then encircled her in his arms, drawing her very close to him, so that she was actually sitting on his laps. Her hands reached out to hold him, while in fact, she felt that she should have used, her now free hands, to push him away. She then whispered to Ryan that "We should not be doing this...." But her body was giving the opposite signals to Ryan. Her hands somehow found their way, up under his shirt, clinging to the hard muscles of his back, while she tipped back her head in a feminine enticement to the growing urgency of his mouth, while he caressed the soft skin of her throat. Issabelle could feel her body responding to him, wanting him, needing him so much, that she didn't want to hear what her mind was thinking, about stopping it. Issabelle questioned herself, why was she behaving so recklessly? Only a woman in love could behave like this. A woman motivated and driven by love. She then started to shudder with the knowledge, that she indeed loved Ryan. But she also felt a piercing and stabbing pain due to this knowledge. She knew she was incapable of correctly analyzing a man's touch.

Ryan asked her "What is it? What's wrong?" He lifted his hands to cup her face, his thumb gently stroking her skin. Ryan slowly started unfastening her dress buttons, lingering and kissing her flesh simultaneously. His mouth then very gently covered her own, but then he quickened up with his hungry desire and his need for her.

Issabelle could not stop herself, she was responding to the urgency of his kiss, she was a woman now, not a 19 yr old girl anymore. She knew how his body could give her pleasure, and how she could in return give him the same pleasure.

Ryan then unfastened the rest of her dress, while she herself shrugged free of it, baring her naked, swollen breasts, and dark rose nipples, to the smoldering caress of Ryan's lips. She then spontaneously arched her back, so that his eager hands and lips, stroked and suckled her sensitive nipples. She supported his head down to her breast, while her fingers teased the nape of his neck. She whispered huskily, words of pleasure and desire. She then paused his kisses as she desired to feel, to touch his naked skin next to hers. As if on cue Ryan unbuttoned his shirt, with his mouth still on hers, as if he could not bear to separate from her even for a second.

Issabelle had still not forgotten, that during the time they were lovers, and then during the initial days of their marriage while making love, he refused to either close his eyes or allow her to close hers. He insisted that they maintain eye contact with one another. He didn't want them to shut themselves from one another, with closed eyelids. As if her body still responded to him, as it had done long ago, she found it impossible to keep her eyes closed. He impatiently unbuttoned his shirt, so much so that Issabelle had to help him, or he might have ruined his shirt.

Issabelle flushed hotly with desire, when she remembered, that she had told him, that she wanted to see him, to touch him, to feel his skin next to hers. She felt that it was every woman's dream to be touched, held, caressed, to be made love to slowly, by a man, who had to so much as look at her, to make her whole body melt.

Ryan kissed her hotly on her lips, his tongue parting them, and then with his tongue deep inside her mouth, he started those rhythmic and caressing movements in and out, till she moaned with deep pleasure and arousal. She started kissing his nipples and then sucking at them, till he was also deeply aroused. He then removed her clothes completely and starting placing gentle kisses on her stomach. He then had tears in his eyes, while he said that "I wish to God that things had been different, that I should have never rejected you and Catherine. I am really Sorry, Issabelle."

Issabelle's heart ached to see his tears. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She told him "You had what you believed good reason for not believing, that you could have fathered a child." Issabelle realized that she genuinely meant what she said.

Ryan replied that "No reason could ever be enough for not trusting you and not believing you. I should never have doubted you or questioned you Issabelle." He then said "How can I ask for forgiveness from you Issabelle, when I can never forgive myself. Forgiveness cannot wipe out all the years of pain, that lies between us." But then he stopped talking, and his head bent down, to kiss her, her body responding to his.

Issabelle gave a gasp of unendurable ecstasy. She started calling out his name, pleading with him, to fill her body with his. So that they could be completed, fully satiated. For the second time, her body exploded with rhythmic orgasm. Ryan also shared the orgasm with her simultaneously. He then lavished kisses and tender words of appreciation with her. He held her close to his body long after the climax of their shared pleasure. When Issabelle was on the verge of falling asleep, he reminded her that they should shift up to the bedroom, if they did not want that their daughter should discover them again the next day, particularly after the previous experience, when she had found them naked in bed. Ryan then started to dress up.

Issabelle interrupted him saying "You are leaving?" She then reprimanded herself how could she question him. As if those twenty years didn't happen between them? As if they were married couples?

Ryan asked her whether she wanted him to stay back? Issabelle shook her head. She thought he might just be feeling an unemotional physical desire for him. Whereas she had realized that she still loved him. She turned away and began to dress up. Suddenly feeling icy cold both inside and outside her body. Hesitatingly Ryan told her that it was after all not a bad idea that we get married, the way Cathy had suggested.

"Why so that it may look good on Cathy's invitation card. With tears in her eyes, she asked, is that why Ryan that you want to get married again?" Issabelle asked.

Ryan asked her "Is that the only reason you can think of?" Issabelle replied that "It would make a lot easier for Cathy and Steven's parents. But unfortunately for me to get married, I would have to love someone deeply, and to be deeply loved by him in return."

Issabelle listened to the final sound of his car engine fading away. She then went to her bedroom and snuggled under the duvet. Tears started flowing down her cheeks, she gave vent to her anguish and heartache sobbing very badly until she fell asleep.