Chapter 2: Rising Action
The early morning sunshine was warm over downtown as page knocked on Isaac’s front door. After their chance meeting at the bar, Isaac had invited her to visit for breakfast the next Saturday. She wore a pair of bleached jeans, a simple white shirt and a black leather jacket over top. Page knocked on the door, and headed inside when she heard Isaac’s call of “it’s open!”
Page's eyes absorbed the details of Isaac's apartment. The homey charm was contagious. Piles of books dotted the coffee table, the worn and loved bindings uncaring of the judgment of dust. Across a vintage rug, a floor lamp cast down a spotlight of inspiration and lesser-known stories.
"Hey, Isaac!" She lazily tossed her keys onto a single wooden chair. This was a place she felt worlds away from the pretentious people at her college and she liked it. Isaac stepped out of his bedroom wearing a tight tee shirt and dark jeans, his hair still wet from a shower. Page noticed that his time in the gym was paying off, and his well-defined pecs and biceps only stuck out more in his tee.
She smiled, appreciating the view.
"Good morning, sunshine," Isaac beamed, letting her in with a hug.
Page put her arms around his neck, taking in his familiar scent. She inhaled deeply before leaning in for a quick kiss; only a little snag caught her attention. There was a titillating, subtle hint of aftershave which tickled her senses, evoking a familial yet exhilarating feeling.
"Mmm, you smell nice," she murmured, not quite grasping why the scent brought such instant intrigue.
Isaac's grin widened as he pulled away. "I started using this new aftershave; I thought maybe it was time for a change."
The two made their way to the kitchen. Isaac’s place was brimming with the attractiveness and comfort of a 20-something bachelor who'd claimed his independence. Raw masculinity emanated from seemingly mundane items; a flannel shirt draped over the back of a chair, a worn pair of Nikes resting idly in the corner.
The open layout beckoned collaboration and the attitude of effortless living radiated from Isaac's space.
As they reached the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee told tales of Isaac's readiness for her arrival. His eyes sparkled, brimming with contentment and a lust for connection.
The sun pierced through minor gaps of the window blinds, showering its golden love on Isaac's dark wooden kitchen table. Page couldn't help but notice the unmistakable bulge in Isaac's jeans as she sat, crossing her legs seductively.
She didn't want to appear too obvious, but she couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. The heavy silence was slowly pierced by the sound of steam escaping their brewing coffee.
As he turned around from the kitchen counter, the gray light revealed an invigorating shadow play that highlighted Isaac's impressive silhouette. Page bit her lower lip,: her heart raced. She needed something unraveling and carnal in their budding relationship. Lust gradually pushed aside the thick veil of shyness between them.
Isaac's gaze lingered on Page's inviting curves. Her long lashes fluttered more than usual as she caught him staring. She didn't even try to mask her desire, responding with her own playful inspection.
The mundane action of pouring coffee transformed into a dance steeped in showmanship and temptation. Isaac's hands wrapped skillfully around their mugs, muscles rippling with the motion. Page stared, longing to feel their strength wrapped around her instead. They stared at each other, eyes locking in an intimate exchange.
Isaac, unable to maintain his composure, broke the silence.
"Isaac," he said, "I want you. Now."
She almost purred as she responded, "You've always had me, Isaac. What changed?"
And just like that, the chemistry between them combusted. His voice grew husky as he said, "It's time we do something about it."
Isaac took a bold step toward Page, closing the distance she'd only just created. The scent of his cologne overtook any lingering doubts. He grabbed her jacket and pulled it deftly from her torso, tossing it aside. Then, Isaac grabbed the hem of Page’s white shirt.
With one swift motion, he pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side, joining her jacket. His hands explored the edges of her lacy black bra, hungry for the fullness of her breasts.
The muscles beneath Isaac’s tee shirt rippled as he leaned into her, caging Page in with his arms. Their breaths blended, hot and steady. Page arched, letting out a low moan and reached up to stroke Isaac's hair. The lengthy strands glided between her fingers, dark and smooth.
With a deft hand, Isaac slid one strap of her bra off her shoulder. The other followed. He hovered over her, his throat bobbing with anticipation. Page shuddered, unable to control her desire.
With a flick of his wrist, Isaac unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. He bent to take each nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before teasing them with his tongue. Page's deep, throaty moans echoed in Isaac's apartment, the sound a symphony that fueled his lust.
Her fingers danced through his hair, guiding him to her breasts—their erect nipples against his lips, an offering too intoxicating to resist.
Isaac's fingers reached behind her, tracing the line of her spine before cupping her ass. He squeezed, eliciting a gasp of pleasure, before sliding his hands upwards, marveling at the softness of her skin. He reached skyward to unbutton her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down, and removed them, unveiling the treasure beneath.
Black, lacy thongs hugged her hips.
Isaac paused his exploration to lock eyes with her. Under the warmth of sunrays, the tender moment between them took on an ethereal glow. In that instant, a happiness that transcended time passed between them, a promise of more to come.
Isaac slowly slid his hands down her body, tracing with his fingers the curve of her waist, causing an involuntary shiver to run down Page's spine. Every caress, every teasing stroke made her hunger for him. Her own hands gently wandered up and down his strong chest, feeling the shape of his muscles.
She unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hand inside, wanting to feel his hard length. Isaac hissed with pleasure as her fingers encircled him.
"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice sultry with desire.
Isaac's breathing hitched as she began slowly stroking him. He couldn't quite grasp the reality of this moment between them - it felt surreal, as if it had been predestined.