Day 24: "Is it over? Is it really over?"

She was on fire. God, how long had they waited for that moment? She had an easy answer to that : way too long ! The last time they made love was a few days after his "dust-off" and frankly it wasn't that good. She needed to connect with him in that so intimate way, to feel his body hot and alive against hers but neither of them was really into it at that moment. Andy was still very much in pain and she was afraid to cause him said pain.

But now… It was weeks ago, nearly two months ago. Since that fateful day, they have slept in the same bed every night. Since, he got his surgery and worked hard on his rehab. Now, he was pain free and very much the same man he was before that whole ordeal. A man she desired so much. In another word: she was horny as hell.

Usually, they would make love nearly every night since they were together. And if she was alone, especially when she felt pent up with tension or anxiety she would… she would take matters into her own hands. But with Andy in her bed and their forced celibacy, well, it just hadn't been possible. And her lack of sexual activity was starting to become a problem, a really big problem. She had trouble concentrating. She got wet, like really wet and aching at the smallest of his caress. Two days ago, he put his hand on her tight to push himself out of the sofa and she had to bite her lips not to whimper. She was being ridiculous.

But as of today, he was free to resume all activities. She didn't know how eager he was, how desperate he also was, until they reached the car after leaving his doctor's office. The kiss he gave her, that kiss… Biting her lips, his hand at the base of her neck a bit forceful, his tongue caressing her own in long sensual strokes. She thought she would come just from that kiss, that's how pent up she was.

The drive back home was quick and a bit dangerous. She knew Andy's focus was splitted but for once she did not say a thing and just hoped not to catch too many red lights to reach her condo as fast as possible. They resumed kissing in the elevator, fo

rgetting all sense of decorum. The only thing she remembered about the ride was how delicious the kiss was and how frustrated she was when they reached their floor and had to pull back to walk up to the door.

There the passion grew anew. He pushed her against the entry wall and started sucking the supple skin of her neck, biting her every now and then. It was raw and rough, unlike any of their other couplings. It spoke of finding each other back. She relished in the passion they were showing. She couldn't recall being that excited before in her life, feeling so alive and fuelled on. They disrobed hastingly, clothes discarded everywhere from the front door to the sofa.

For once, they forego foreplay. When he started kissing and nipping her breasts, he moved his hand down between her legs to find her swollen and slick. He did not wait another second before spinning her around, bending her over the sofa's arm and entering her from behind in a long trust. She had to bite the cushion not to scream in pleasure. She felt on fire, she was on fire. Her hips moved in their own volition searching for him in a fast and desperate fashion. Her nails sank in the brown fabric in front of her as she let herself go, moaning and whimpering in time with his trusts.

God, it was good, so good. She could tell he was losing it though, his movements had an urgency she knew too well. She didn't even have time to reach her own hand between her legs that she felt him claw at her hips, sinking impossibly deeper into her welcoming body while he spasmed and grunted his release. "No, no, no…" She sobbed, frustrated to the point of crying. "Is it over? Is it really over?"

He pulled out of her, making her whimper, her body clenching desperately to keep him there but only feeling desperately bereft. "Sorry my love." He apologized before turning her around like a rag doll. Her hips still on the sofa's arm, he grabbed her ankles and opened her legs as wide as he could. He grabbed the first thing he could reach, his shirt and wiped most of his mess making her cry out, the cotton too rough against her. Then, he lowered his mouth to her sensitive part. He didn't waste any time: sucking her clit, nipping it, licking around it until she was again moaning and thrashing underneath him. He slipped two fingers into her and started a fast rhythm . The pleasure was exquisite. She could feel her orgasm built, finally.

The combination of his fingers inside her thrusting hard, always hitting that perfect spot along her inner wall and his wet hot mouth on her nub was absolute perfection. She was going to die from too much pleasure, she was sure of it. Her heart was beating wildly, her legs were shaking with each passing of his tongue against her clit. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh my God, Andy, please, please." She half sobbed, half begged. She wasn't even sure what she wanted him to do since he was already doing absolutely everything she wanted. But he seemed to understand her since he stopped his long licks along her clit to take it fully in his mouth and suck it. He changed his thrusting into her for something more akin to a massage of that deliriously delicious spot. Oh god, she thought, that was it. That was hell and heaven, bliss and absolute torture. She reached down and grabbed his head, afraid he would pull out when she could finally taste her impending release. Her moaning grew stronger, bordering on screaming. She completely surrendered her pleasure to him.

Time stopped. Her heart stopped a fraction of a second. Andy stopped breathing, his head encompassed between her strong thighs. "Oh God… Andy, my God…Yes, Yesss…" Her orgasm washed over her in long strong waves, a delicious somewhat painful tide. She grabbed what came to her hands to anchor herself to here and now, her nails digging in his scalp and the cushion by her head.

When she regained her lucidity, she told him, her voice hoarse: "Never again we wait like that."