Echos of the past

Chapter 53

As the weekend drew to a close, Teddy and Isla found themselves in the cozy cabin once more, the air thick with the scent of pine and their mingled sweat. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Isla's naked form as she lay sprawled on the bed, her hair fanned out like a halo around her head.

Teddy watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing every curve, every line of her body. He felt a surge of love and desire so intense it was almost painful. He needed to leave soon, but before he did, he wanted to give Isla something unforgettable. Something that would make her think of him long after he was gone.

Gently, he climbed onto the bed, careful not to wake her. He began at her feet, his lips brushing softly against her skin, moving slowly up her legs. Isla stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she felt the warmth of his breath on her inner thighs.

"Teddy?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Shh," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her knee. "Just relax."

Isla sighed, closing her eyes again as she surrendered to the sensations he was creating. Teddy continued his journey, his kisses growing bolder as he moved higher, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of her skin.

When he reached her core, he paused, taking in the sight of her. Her legs were slightly parted, her folds glistening with her arousal. He could smell her desire, sweet and tangy, and it drove him wild.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to circle her clit. Isla gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through her. Teddy smiled against her, pleased by her reaction. He delved deeper, exploring her with his tongue, his fingers joining in the dance, slipping inside her, finding that spot that made her quiver.

"Oh, Teddy," Isla moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "Please, don't stop."

Encouraged, Teddy redoubled his efforts, his tongue working furiously as his fingers pumped in and out of her. Isla writhed beneath him, her cries filling the room, each one a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.

Her body tensed, her muscles tightening as she approached her climax. Teddy felt it too, the telltale signs of her impending release. He quickened his pace, pushing her over the edge.

Isla screamed his name, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Teddy held her steady, continuing his ministrations until the last tremor had passed.

Breathing heavily, Isla opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Teddy's. "That was... incredible," she panted, her cheeks flushed.

Teddy grinned, leaning up to kiss her. "I aim to please," he said, his voice husky.

They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their passion. But eventually, reality intruded. Teddy knew he had to go. He dressed quietly, watching as Isla drifted back to sleep. He left a note on the bedside table, promising to call her soon.

As he walked out the door, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. But he also knew that what they had shared was special, and no matter how far apart they were, they would always find their way back to each other.

As the crisp autumn breeze swept through the orchard, Henry and Isla walked side by side along the well-trodden path. The leaves above them shimmered in shades of gold and crimson, a gentle reminder of the changing season. Isla had missed these walks with Henry, the quiet moments when they could talk freely and share their thoughts.

"It feels like forever since we've had a chance to do this," Henry remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "You've been so busy with everything lately."

Isla nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know, Henry. Between the farm work and the renovations on the shack, it's been a whirlwind."

Henry glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "Speaking of which, how's the shack coming along? You've been pouring so much of yourself into that place."

Isla's eyes brightened with pride as she recounted the progress she had made—repairing the roof, insulating the walls, and installing a small wood-burning stove she had salvaged from the barn. "It's starting to feel like a real home, Henry. I've even brought in some furniture and made it cozy."

Henry nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to hear, Isla. I'm proud of all the hard work you've put into it."

They walked in silence for a few moments, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath their feet punctuating the quiet conversation. Finally, Henry spoke again, his tone gentle but concerned. "Isla, I need to talk to you about something."

Isla glanced at him, sensing the seriousness in his voice. "What is it, Henry?"

"It's about Teddy," Henry began cautiously, his gaze fixed ahead on the path. "I'm not sure he's the right person for you."

Isla's brow furrowed in surprise. "Why do you say that, Henry?"

Henry hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I've heard things about him, Isla. People talk, you know? And... well, I don't trust him."

Isla stopped walking, turning to face Henry with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What have you heard, Henry? Teddy's been nothing but kind and supportive."

Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know he helped you with the shack and all, but Isla, I just have a bad feeling about him. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Isla shook her head slowly, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. "Henry, I appreciate your concern, but Teddy's been there for me in ways no one else has. He's... he's different."

Henry studied her face, his expression softening. "I trust your judgment, Isla. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I will, Henry," Isla assured him, reaching out to squeeze his arm gratefully. "Thank you for looking out for me."

They resumed their walk, the conversation lingering in the air between them. As they approached the farmhouse, Henry turned to Isla once more, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Are you planning to stay in the shack over the winter, Isla?" Henry asked, his voice gentle yet probing. "It's going to be tough to live alone out there."

Isla hesitated, considering Henry's question. "I haven't decided yet," she admitted honestly. "I've put so much into making it my own, but I know there's more work to do."

Henry nodded understandingly. "It's a big step, Isla. Living alone through the winter, especially out there. You'll need to stock up on firewood, make sure the roof is sound..."

"I know," Isla replied with a determined nod. "But I want to prove to myself that I can do it. That I can be independent."

Henry smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting pride. "I have no doubt you can, Isla. You're one of the strongest people I know."

As they reached the porch of the farmhouse, Henry pulled Isla into a brief hug. "Just promise me you'll think it through, okay? And if you ever need help, you know where to find me."

"I will, Henry," Isla promised, returning his hug gratefully. "Thank you for believing in me."

With a final smile, Henry watched as Isla headed towards the shack, her footsteps resolute on the path ahead. As she disappeared inside, he couldn't shake the worry that lingered in his heart. He hoped Isla would make the right choices for herself, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

Isla and Teddy sat on the old porch swing, its weathered chains creaking softly with their gentle sway. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields and orchards that stretched out before them. It was a serene evening, the air filled with the distant hum of crickets and the faint scent of late summer flowers.