MULTIPLE EXPLOSIONS (Chapter 64)


Sophia stayed with Warren all day Tuesday, and spent the night again. It wasn't easy. Warren alternated between being zonked out on the painkillers, and being cranky and insufferable. Sophia grinned and beared it, knowing that being stuck in bed and in pain was no picnic.

By the time Wednesday rolled around Warren was a bit more mobile, but not very. He was still a complete bear, and Sophia still stayed with him and took care of him. She went to her appointment with Mary in the late afternoon, and then went to the pizza place and got one for them for supper.

When she got back to Warren's floor, she saw him hobbling down the hall, back from the bathroom, without his crutch.

"Jesus, Warren, what are you doing? You should at least be using your crutch."

"Yes, Mother."

"Oh, cut it out. C'mere, let me take your hand."

"I'm FINE, dammit, Sophia! Get out of my way!" She just sighed and opened the door for him. 
He settled back on the bed, and she doled out the pizza. They ate in silence.

After they were done, she sat next to him on the bed. "So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," he barked.

"Jesus Christ, Warren, do you know you're a bitch when you're hurt?" Sophia said.

"Of course I am! I'm cooped up, and I've been in pain for two days."

"Oh, is that why you took my head off at Mary's office on Monday?"

'Oh, you richly deserved that, Sophia. You took my head off, too, remember?"

They were really going at it now.

"Warren, I'm a girl, remember? You're supposed to cut me a little slack when I have PMS."

"PMS?" Warren snorted. "Come on, Sophia, I've known you for almost four years, and I have never heard you complain about PMS! What, did you just get it now all of a sudden?"

"NO, you asshole! It didn't used to bother me, because the pressure was off because I was GETTING LAID regularly!"

"IS THAT YOUR BIG FUCKING PROBLEM?"

"YES, IT IS, GODDAMMIT!!!"

"FINE! I CAN FIX THAT!" And with that, Warren grabbed her, pulled her on top of him, and kissed her, hard.

At first, she was surprised, then she relaxed and responded to his urgent, demanding kiss with an urgency of her own. Her sweater and bra were off in a flash, and his hands went to her breasts, as they continued their kiss. Then she felt his hands at the snap to her jeans. She lifted up to help him, and the jeans and her panties were in a heap besides the bed in no time. She reached for Warren's jeans. As she slipped them off of him, she felt his finger slide into her pussy. She couldn't believe how wet she was. She let out a low moan into his lips as he fingered her, still engaged in a hot, demanding kiss. Sophia reached down and grabbed his cock, as his fingers continued plowing into her pussy. Suddenly, he rolled her off of him, and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs, and he was at her entrance, and then suddenly, he was in, all the way, in one stroke.

"AAAAAHHGGGGGG!!!! OH GOD FUCK ME, WARREN! FUCK ME!" He rammed in and out of her with a wild urgency. He was over her, holding himself up with his arms, but she was having none of that. She reached up around his back and pulled him down, so that he ended up on his elbows practically on top of her, his shirt grinding into her tits. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back, and wrapped her legs around his hips, hanging on for dear life as he pumped in and out of her, hard and fast.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD WARREN, HARDER! HARDER! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!" Sophia was out of her mind, screaming at the top of her lungs, as she came, hard, all over his cock. A few more hard strokes and he was there, filling her pussy with his cum as he let out a roar.

He barely had the presence of mind to slip off of her so he didn't crush her when he collapsed.

It was quite a few minutes before Sophia spoke. "Oh. My. God. What got into you?"

"Blind lust, I do think," Warren laughed. "I don't think I have ever wanted it that bad in my life."

"I could tell," she smiled. "I think you almost wanted it as much as I did. Snugglebear, we need to fight more often." Warren cracked up at that. "So, what happened to holding off on the physical stuff until we sorted everything else out?"

"Oops. I did say that, didn't I? Ah well."

"Fuck it. I feel so much better, I can't tell you." She smiled at him. "Everything's going to work out, you know."

"I know. Listen, I know I'm a bear when I'm sick. I'm sorry."

"It's OK. You needed me, and you needed to let it out."

"I have my own problems, you know. Chief among them is a very, very bad case of claustrophobia."

"I never knew that. That's why you've been so bitchy. You've been stuck in this room for three days, you must feel like the walls are closing in."

"You got it. And I took it out on you. I am sorry."

"Hey. How many times have I taken my shit out on you? Come on. It's nice to be needed, instead of being needy. I learned a lot about myself the past couple of days, because you've been a right bastard, and I stayed, and I took it, because I knew you were hurt and needed me. It feels nice."

"It feels nice to be yelled at?"

"It feels nice that you felt you could. It feels nice that I understood, instead of getting wrapped up in my own anxieties. It even felt nice to have it out with you instead of going into a shell and panicking. And, I must say, fucking and making up felt very, very nice."

Warren cracked up. "That did feel nice, didn't it?"

"And how."

"Now that we have satiated our wild animal lust, I would dearly like to make love to you properly."

"I would like that very much myself."

They were lying on his bed, on their sides, facing one another. He reached up and started tracing her jawline with his finger, then moved up to her lips, and then down to her neck.

"Hmmmmm....oh, that feels good......still turns me on when you do that....." she smiled.

His other hand moved down and started lightly touching the outside of her breast. He worked his hands all over her face, neck, and breasts until she was softly sighing contentedly.

"I am complete putty in your hands, you know," she said.

"You just remember that." He brought both hands to her breasts, and started kissing her face and neck, little tiny kisses planted all over.  Then he kissed down her neck, down her shoulders, until he got to her breasts.
He planted kisses all over her breasts, around the whole area of them, until he got to her nipples. He zeroed in on them, massaging them with his tongue, slowly and gently.

Suddenly, he pulled away. He sat up, and pulled off his shirt, which had never come off. She looked up at him, and realized something. She had seen it the past couple of nights, while he was dressing for bed, but hadn't really noticed it.

"Your pendant," she whispered, "You never took it off."

Warren didn't say anything in response, just smiled. "Flip over, Sophie. On your stomach."

She did so, but said, "What?"

"Trust me." He got up out of bed and walked over to his desk, withdrawing a bottle from it plus a few other things. He put the other things on the bed, out of Sophia's sight, but showed her the bottle.

"Massage oil. I told you I was going to make love to you properly." He poured a bit of the oil on her back, capped the bottle, and started rubbing it in.

"Oh, this feels delicious. Where'd you get this idea?"

"Reading, where else?" He kneaded her back and shoulders, as she sighed happily beneath him. "Warren, this is great. I feel so relaxed."

"Good." He finished with her back. 

"Keep going."

"I plan to," he laughed. He reached and grabbed one of the other things he had brought. "Sophie, lift your head a bit off the pillow." She did so, and felt something brush against her neck. Then she felt his hands at the back of her neck. She felt her breath catch in her throat. It was her pendant, the one she had returned to him.

"Now your left hand, Pookie." She held it up to him, and felt the claddagh ring slip back on. 

"Feel better?"

"More than you could possibly know," she told him. "I've spent six weeks reaching up for that pendant. Every time I didn't find it, it was another reminder......."

"It's over," he interrupted her. "Tomorrow, when you wake up, it will be there, right where it's supposed to be. Now, back to that massage." He put a drop of the oil on her ass, making her giggle, and started massaging it in. He worked the oil into her ass, and right down her legs.

"The only problem with this massage is that I might fall asleep."

"I doubt it. Flip over, you're only half done."

"Oh Goody!" She flipped over, and he took some of the oil and dribbled it onto her breasts. She giggled, and then sighed as he began massaging it in. "Oh, Warren, this is so great."

"Thought you'd like it." 

He lingered on her breasts for a while, then continued on down, rubbing the oil into her stomach. He then continued down, massaging her hips and the outsides of her legs. He dripped a little more oil, and came back up the insides of her legs, slowly working his way up as he massaged her inner things. When he got to the top, he suddenly slipped one oil-coated finger gently into her pussy.

"OHHHH!" Sophia yelped, arching her back at this unexpected stimulation. She was so relaxed because of the massage, that his intrusion into her pussy was even more explosive than usual. She yelped again as he brought his other hand down and went straight for her clit.

"We can't let these wonderful body parts not get massaged, can we?"

"OH GODDDDD!!!!" She had been so relaxed and content that it did not take long for her to go into orgasm.

After she came back down, Warren asked her, "Like the massage?"

"It was wonderful. Especially that last bit," she giggled. "Wow, that was quick."

"You were relaxed."

"Relaxed and very turned on, all at once." She reached for the massage oil. "I want to do you now."

"I was kind of hoping you might."

She did it the same way he did--back first, all the way down, and then flipped him over, doing his torso and down his legs. As she approached his cock, he was very relaxed, with his eyes closed. She rubbed a bit of the oil on his cock, getting him completely hard--then she abruptly straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock.

His eyes flew open. "Surprise!" she squealed from on top of him.

"Oooh, I always did like surprises."

"Hey, I had to pay you back for that stealth finger attack when you were doing me." She moved deliberately up and down on his cock.

"If this is payback, you'll get more stealth attacks."

"Oh, goody!" She continued up and down on his cock.  "Oh.......God......" she moaned.  

"Come here," he said, and reached up and pulled her down on top of him. He held her tight as her pelvis bounced up and down on his cock. 

"Oh...this is so fucking good...." She moved up and down on top of him a few more times, then stiffened, as she let out a squeal, her orgasm overtaking her. She stopped moving and collapsed into him, breathing heavy, but still impaled on him.

"You still haven't cum," she said after a couple of minutes.

"I already had one, remember? You know number two always takes longer."

"Yeah, and I love it," she giggled. "Far be it for me to leave you hanging," she said, as she started moving on top of him again, alternating her up and down movements with circular grinding movements. 

"Unnnggggg....oh Jesus Sophia......." It didn't take much of that, and he came into her.

She climbed off of him, lying next to him, and, the next thing she knew, he had crawled down and put his head between her legs.

"My God. You just can't get enough tonight, can you?" She giggled. 

He stopped and looked up at her. "Are you complaining?"

"Not even a tiny little bit. MMMMmmmmmm....." She relished his tongue working up and down her pussy. It had been too long. He brought her to a couple more orgasms.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my...," she whispered, as he climbed up next to her. He pulled her close to him, so that they were lying on their sides, he behind her, in spoon position. Next thing she knew, he picked up her top leg, put it on top of his, and entered her.

"You are insatiable! Hmmmm, this is new......Oooooohhhhhhh........."

"Tell me if your leg gets tired."

"All of me is tired, and I don't care. We have not had a night like this in a very long time." She pressed back to him on every stroke, as he gently and slowly fucked her. 

"I love you to pieces, Warren. You know every inch of me. Even after all this time. It's just perfect."

"It always was, you know."

"I know that now. Believe me, I know that now. And not just because of this, either."

Warren chuckled. "Not that this hurts, mind you."

"It sure doesn't!"

They continued fucking for quite a long time, until they both reached orgasm. He quietly slipped out of her, finally spent, and moved his legs so she could drop hers, but didn't move otherwise, still cuddling her from behind.

"Warren?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For this. I know you wanted to wait. And I really was not trying to goad you into this with that PMS comment, you know."

"Sure you were, but only in a moment of frustration."

She laughed. "OK. Yeah, that was a moment of frustration. But I wasn't consciously trying to goad you into this."

"I know. I needed it as much as you did." He sighed. His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "It just wasn't nearly the same with anyone else."

"I know the feeling." 

"We've still got work to do, though," he pointed out.

"I know."

"Notice I said we. We're in this together. Remember that."

"Keep reminding me when I need it, Snugglebear."

"What, you want me to sprain my ankle again?"

"Not on your fucking life! Boy are you a miserable SOB when you're not feeling well."

"You're a wonderful nurse, though."

They both fell asleep quickly.



