She let out a little sound like a hum as he pressed his hands to her, and Andy pushed up against him, intending to give as good as she got--after this they could take it slow. After some relief from the whirlwind pleasure kicking through her. She was only wordless for a few moments at the way his fingers circled her clit before she picked up the Occitan from him, rubbing and teasing while they fucked.

This wasn't lovemaking, it was fucking. But it felt so good; Andy hadn't known how much she'd missed him being with her until now he was again, and everything felt knocked back into place like a dislocated joint healing. She dipped her head to capture him in kisses again, one after the other only broken by soft words of encouragement as they found each other's rhythm.