Chapter 9: Ecstasy and Agony

Knowing my mother was going to be out of town for three days on a business trip, I was eager for the time alone with Isaac.

I put Lily to bed early and invited Isaac over to the house for a home cooked meal. I cooked my famous chicken parmesan and fettuccini Alfredo, in the hopes he would enjoy it.

I had found a fitted black spaghetti strap dress in the back of my closet, and practically jumped for joy when it still fit.

I was putting the finishing touches on the meal, when I was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

I jogged down the stairs carefully in my mother’s black pumps and pulled open the door.

Isaac was standing on the door step with a large grin on his lips.

“Hey!” I smiled brightly.

“Hi!” He embraced me tightly. “I’m so glad you invited me over.”

I laughed. “I hope you still feel that way after you’ve tasted my cooking.”

He chuckled. “I bet I will be.” He released me slowly, and I noticed at last that he was holding a bottle of wine.

“You came prepared.” I smiled.

“Yeah, well, I thought since you were going to the trouble of cooking for me, I would bring some wine…” He followed me up the stairs into the living room. “Where’s Lily?”

“In bed,” I replied, leading him into the kitchen. “She didn’t have a nap this afternoon, so she was pretty tired. She should sleep through the night.”

“Oh, okay. Dinner smells great by the way.” He carefully placed the bottle of wine on the counter. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“No, actually, it’s pretty much all ready.” I replied, opening a cupboard in search of two wine glasses. They were on the top self, and I couldn’t reach them.

I smiled sweetly at Isaac. “Could you-“

“Of course!” He said immediately, and reached past me and pulled down two glasses.

I smiled. “Sorry.”

He shrugged. “Don’t apologize for being short.”

“I’m not short!” I playfully shoved him. “I’m just not a giant, like you.”

This comment made him laugh.

The timer on the oven went off, and I jumped into action. “That’s dinner! Sit down; I’ll bring it to you.” I motioned to the dining room table that I had set with two places.

He chuckled. “How about I pour the wine then?”

“Alright, that you can do.”


Once dinner was finished, he helped me stack the used plates in the sink, and offered to help me wash the dishes. I declined, and said I would do them myself later, and with a glass of wine, together we curled up on the sofa. I used the remote for the stereo and turned on some music, just loud enough for us to hear, but not loud enough to wake Lily.

I was only on my second glass of wine, but I could already feel the alcohol rising in my cheeks.

“Do you want to dance?” Isaac asked suddenly.

“What?” I asked in alarm.

He jumped to his feet from the sofa, placing his wine glass on the table. He extended his hand to me.

“Oh, no, I’m a terrible dancer.” I began, looking for excuses.

“So am I,” he smiled brightly.

I placed my wine glass on the coffee table and took his arm. He led me to the middle of the living room floor and pulled me close to dance to a slower song.

I moved one arm around his shoulders while he took my other hand in his. He was an old-fashioned dancer, swaying slowly to the music.

“You’re not so bad.” I teased.

He shrugged lightly, holding my hand to his chest. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “Any excuse to touch you.”

I laughed. “I knew you had an ulterior motive!”

He shrugged with a grin. “Maybe a little one.”

In one sharp movement, he spun me in a circle and dipped me backward neatly.

I burst into giggles. As I straightened, his lips were dangerously close to mine. I cleared my throat awkwardly as his lips neared mine.

“Isaac?” I breathed softly.

“Mmm-hmm?” He asked, his eyes focused primarily on my mouth.

“Come here…” I urged.

“What?” He asked, his forehead wrinkling in confusion.
With my hand still in his, I pulled him toward the back of the house, pulling him down the hall and into my bedroom.

“Uh, Andy…” He said awkwardly, nervously wiping his palms on his jeans.

“Shh.” I whispered, and within a second I was kissing him. My arms moved tightly around his neck, and his hands lightly touched my hips. His hands moved slowly up my back, sending shivers down my spine.

I deepened the kiss and briefly ran my fingers through his hair.

“What about Lily?” He asked softly, kissing my shoulder.

I was already struggling to loosen his tie. “She’s asleep. She won’t wake up.” I slipped his tie off over his head carefully, pausing from kissing him to catch my breath.

“What about your mom?” He asked.

“She’s gone for a couple of days.” I replied, busy trying to unbutton his shirt.

He pulled me close, so my body was pressed tightly against his. “You’re sure about this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything else.” I replied.

He smiled gently, “Good.” He bent down and his lips found mine again. His lips prodded mine gently at first. My mouth opened slowly against his, and soon his lips were devouring mine. He pulled me close sharply.

Before I could get my head to stop swimming, his lips left mine and began gently kissing the sensitive skin of my throat.

His fingers slid down the back of my dress, locating the zipper immediately.

“Oh, Isaac,” I breathed.

He moaned against my throat, which made me nearly loose all control on the spot.

His fingers gently slipped the straps from my shoulders, sending my dress cascading to the floor. Isaac pulled me close, so our bare chests were pressed together. I unbuttoned his pants and worked them from his hips until they were coiled on the floor next to my dress.

“You’re beautiful,” He muttered in my ear.

I bit my lower lip. “Come here.” I pulled him toward the bed, and pushed him eagerly onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him and found his lips with mine. I kissed him until he moaned softly in his throat.

I moved my kisses down his chest until I reached the top of his boxer shorts.

“Oh, Andy, you don’t have to-“ He began.

“I want to.” I smiled up at him and slowly lowered his boxer shorts. I pursed my lips to with-hold a gasp.

Not even fully erect, and he was already bigger than his brother. I had plenty of practice doing this task with Taylor, and knew precisely what to do to make him beg for more.

I kept it up until I was sure he couldn’t handle it any longer, and climbed on top of him again, straddling his hips. His eyes were still closed, so I kissed him. His hands found my hips and was already working off the skimpy panties I had chosen strictly for his benefit.

I mentally thanked myself for remembering to pick up the at-home-bikini wax kit.

“Wait,” He whispered, “I should get the condom from my wallet-“ He began.

“You don’t need to.” I whispered, kissing his chest. “I’m on the pill.”

“Are-Are you sure?” He asked doubtfully.

I smiled. “There are times when I can barely handle Lily,” I kissed his chest again, “You think I need another one running around?”

Isaac chuckled. “Alright then.”

I positioned myself over him and lowered myself onto his erection. I gasped at the intrusion, not expecting the full extent of him all at once.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

I moaned softly. “It’s been a while…” I covered.

“Me too.” He smiled softly.

I leaned forward and kissed him again. I began moving my hips slowly forward, trying to get used to the motion again. Taylor had always wanted one position, but I was up for a change.

Isaac moaned, his hands gripping my hips to move me faster. “Oh, god, that feels good.” He moaned.

He was right. I tried a quicker pace, but it felt so good, I could barely keep it up.

In one swift motion, he flipped me rather roughly onto my back. I gasped in a mixture of alarm and arousal.

Isaac smiled at me with a hint of wickedness in his smile and kissed me deeply.

I gasped for breath when he finally released my lips, unable to stand the torture much longer.

With Taylor, foreplay had been pretty much nonexistent. He was good, but efficient, and rather selfish when it came to sex. There were a handful of times I had to fake it, but with Isaac I knew that wasn’t going to be an option.

His lips left mine and traveled down my chest.

His mouth was warm on my sensitive breasts, with his hands and mouth on me, I could barely breathe already. I was loosing control quickly. I moaned his name softly, and knew he was grinning wickedly at me. His lips moved slowly down the curve of my stomach, and waiting for him to reach his destination just about killed me.

His breath was warm on my skin as he gently kissed the inside of my thigh. I whimpered softly, closing my eyes tightly. I couldn’t watch him do this; I was going to have a hard enough time staying in control as it was.

I gasped sharply, prompting a chuckle from him.

I writhed beneath him, and gripped the sheets tightly at my sides. “Oh, Isaac…” I moaned, gasping for breath. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept this up.

It was the sweetest form of torture one could imagine, a feeling so utterly intoxicating, it was something I had never experienced with Taylor.

I swallowed dryly and cursed myself for thinking of Taylor when I was in bed with his brother.

I didn’t love him, in fact the more time I spent with his brother, the more I detested him, but because he was the only other man I had ever slept with, he was all I had to compare this moment to, and I hated him for that.

I whimpered and arched my hips, “Oh, Isaac, please…” I begged.

Before I could even think straight again, his lips were brushing against the alcove behind me ear. “Please what?” He teased.


After what seemed like ages of toe curling ecstasy, he moved off me and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. He was drenched in a layer of sweat that set his adorable curls to his forehead. His skin was glistening brightly, as his chest heaved for air.

I could barely move, but he pulled the blankets around us.

I was utterly exhausted, I couldn’t breathe, and I had never felt more satisfied in my entire life. I swallowed hard and dropped back against the pillows and moaned with the remnants of pleasure which were still surging through my body. “Oh god,” I moaned, writhing next to him, “That… was…. Amazing…” I couldn’t breathe and my head was swimming. If asked, I wouldn’t have been able to tell my own name.

“I know…” He breathed beside me. “I’ve never…. I mean, not like…. That was so…” He blinked slowly. “My God.”

I laughed, and the movements made me moan again and bite my lower lip.

“Oh, Andy.” He breath, pulling me closer in bed. I was suddenly torn between the desire for him to do it again and the thought that I might have a heart attack if he even so much as touched me again. “I love you, Andy.”

My eyes grew wide in shock, “Isaac….”

“No, no,” He panted. “I mean it. I do, I love you.”

I moved toward him and kissed his chest. “Isaac, there’s something…” I kissed his chest again, “There’s something I need to tell you…”

He laughed. “Oh no, you’re not secretly an alien are you?”

I smiled and kissed his chest. “No, it’s not that…” I swallowed hard. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach, but he needed to hear the truth. “I think you should know… who Lily’s father really is…”

“Andy,” He reached out and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to tell me, I know it’s a sensitive subject…”

Hugging the sheets around my chest to muster the courage, I shook my head. “No, I think you should know.” I paused and nearly lost my nerve. “Lily’s father is… Taylor.”

Isaac paused for a moment, and I wasn’t sure if he had heard me correctly. “What?” He asked in alarm.

“Just before he got married I found out I was pregnant…. He doesn’t know, but I thought you should know since… since I’m falling in love with you.”

He nodded slowly, and in one sudden movement, jerked off the blankets and was jerking on his boxers and jeans.

“Isaac, no don’t! He doesn’t know! We can pretend that-“

Isaac pulled his dress shirt on and stormed from the room, with his shirt hanging open.

“Isaac, wait!” gathering the sheet around me, I stumbled into the hall. “Please don’t go! I’m sorry, I should have told you!” I caught up to him in the front entrance hall and pulled on his arm.

“Andy, you can’t keep secrets like this! This will destroy his marriage!” He shouted at me.

“But I-“

“Jesus Christ!” He seethed, pointing toward the bedroom. “That kid in there is my fucking niece!”

He turned and stormed from the house, slamming the door closed behind him. I heard his car peel out of the driveway, but it was too late. I was already in tears.

I sat down on the stairs by the front door and wailed hysterically.

I had just ruined everything.

The first man in my life that I thought might actually love me had just left for good.