One day at a time. (Part 2 of the story of Joanne and Paul. Now complete!)

Chapter 24 - June 10th 2002

"Well Mr McCartney," said the consultant, three months later, "I'm pleased to tell you that you are now fit and ready to return to normal working routines."

Paul looked delighted. "Seriously? Everything?"

The doctor smiled from Paul to a very relieved Joanne. "Everything."

"Does that include sex?"

Joanne tutted. The doctor laughed and nodded. Paul rubbed his hands in glee.

"Right Jo, all the more reason to set a date for the wedding! We can have a proper honeymoon now!"

Joanne laughed and held his hand. She gave it a soft kiss. "Doctor, is there anything we need to look out for or to avoid?"

"No not really. Continue with the exercise and food regime you have at present Paul. If you feel it's appropriate, increase the time spent exercising gradually if you want to. You know what to look for if you feel unwell. Any kind of chest pains, blue tinge to the lips, tingling in the left arm particuarly, then don't ignore that. Other than that, no you should be fine to go back to normal.

Paul and Joanne stood up. Paul shook the doctors hand. "Thank you so much for everything." he said quietly, "I feel a  thousand times better than I did. Thank you!"

Paul and Joanne walked hand in hand, back to the car. He pulled her into hug by the car. "Thanks Jo, for everything you've done whilst I've been recovering!"

She smiled. "It's OK. I did it because I love you!"

He kissed her, softly at first then with increasing passion. Jo pulled away, breathless.

"Whoa! Slow down!"

Paul grinned at her. "I can't," he whispered, pressing himself against her so she could feel his erection. "I've just been told that my four month sex ban is over!"

"Four?"

He nodded, wrapping a leg around her and gently leaning her against the car. "If you count the time you were back home with when I was ill, then yes, it's been four very long months. That's been one hell of a time when I've been lying next to the woman I adore and find very very sexy every night! So what do you think about you and me going home and putting my new and improved ticker to the test?" He kissed her again, his tongue searching for hers. She moaned softly. He didn't need her to reply. He already knew her answer!

Back home, they immediately headed upstairs. Paul took her into his arms and held her. They stood like that for a few moments, without speaking. Slowly he began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. She stood in silence, simply enjoying his gentle touch. After pushing it from her shoulders, he began kissing her again, first to her lips then slowly exploring her neck and shoulders.

"You feel tense Jo love?" He whispered. "Are you OK?"

She hesitated before saying yes. He looked into her eyes. Sensing her uncertainty, her led her over to the bed. "Sit down." he whispered. Joanne obeyed him then watched as he removed his own trousers then sat behind her, nuzzling into her neck. He began to stroke her shoulders and neck but he noticed her tension seemed to increase. "Hey Jo baby, relax." He continued to stroke and gently massage her shoulders. He continued to kiss her neck at the same time. She turned her head to him and kissed him back. It was then that Paul realised she was in tears. "Oh Jo baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm scared," she sobbed, " I'm so scared. I want to make love, truely I do but...what if... you know?"

He wrapped himself around her. "I'm OK though Jo. You heard what the doctor said. Everything's good now!"

She wiped her face. "I know but...Oh Paul, just hold me."

He pulled her into a hug once more, Jo still with her back to him. He whispered softly to her as she calmed and her crying stopped. Once Paul felt her relax more her began to kiss her again, especially around her neck and shoulders, an area he knew drove her wild. Her breathing altered. He could hear her arousal the more he touched her. She turned her head to him. She kissed him, this time there were no tears. Instead they were filled with a fierce passion that fired him even more. He lifted her to face him and slowly laid her next to him on the bed. Their foreplay continued until he knew they were both ready. He stopped and faced her.

"Do you still want me to make love to you Joanne?" He whispered. He saw a flash of fear in her eyes. She wanted him so very much but the nagging worry was still there.

 She hesitated before answering him. "Paul, will you promise me something?" she asked softly.

"You know I will. Anything. What is it Jo?"

"That if we make love, if you get any pain.... you'll stop and tell me.... Or afterwards, if there's anything. Promise me!"

He nodded slowly, hearing the fear in her voice. "I promise. With my heart and soul Joanne. If there's anything. I promise."

Satisfied, Jo nodded to him. "OK." she grinned, "Make love to me McCartney!"

He smiled down at her then slowly began to penertrate her. She groaned as he entered her, relishing the feeling she had missed for so long. Delighted, he felt the sensual warm moistness of her arousal , her muscles gripped him, pulling him in. Slowly he began to move, savouring the moment they had both waited for, for so long. Slowly but rhythmically he continued. He held her face in his hands and he kissed her, her arms wapped around his torso. She began to moan more and more as he went on. He could feel her so close. He carried on, feeling her muscles tighten around him even more. He closed his eyes and continued to thrust in a calm slow rhythmn, deliberately holding back. Suddenly he felt her explode around him as she shouted his name. He continued to thrust, his own release not quite there, and prolonging her orgasm. She moaned again but he carried on. He began to thrust faster now. Once more he felt Jo's body begin to respond. She grew wetter and wetter the more he moved. She began to whimper. Paul could feel how close she now was. It mirrored his own need. She began to cry out, calling him to help her cum again. Suddenly she gave a tearfilled whimper then cried out once more as she orgasmed. Instantly, feeling her muscles quivering and grabbing him, he ejaculated, feeling himself going on and on. He lay with Jo, panting, feeling his own orgasm subside. Eventually, as he withdrew, he opened his eyes and looked down on her.

"That was amazing!" he whispered. "Absolutely amazing. Thank you baby."  He kissed her once more.

Joanne looked up at him, concerned etched on her face. "How do you feel?" she whispered urgently.

"Like I've just made the most amazing love to a very beautiful and sexy woman," he smiled, "What do you think?"

"You know what I mean!" she pleaded.

"I'm fine, seriously fine." He kissed her before moving from her, "Stop worrying. I'm fine Jo baby, I promise."

 "No pain? Anywhere?"

He shook his head. He looked sad. "The only pain I have Jo," he whispered, "is the pain and worry I'm causing you! I'm sorry. I wish I could make your fear go away! Please Jo, try to relax. We've made love for the first time in months. I adore you. Enjoy the love we've shared. Please?" He kissed her softly.

Joanne snuggled closer to him and returned the kiss. This grew slowly into something more passionate. More urgent.

"I want you again." she whispered. He could hear the need for him in her voice. "Please Paul..."

By now he was ready. She could feel him next to her. Once more he loved her, mirroring the slow gentleness of before. They both felt the burning need and desire to feel each other in such an intimate manner once more. Then feeling her building closer and closer, he closed his eyes, waiting for her. Finally she cried out, arching her back to meet his thrust. Unable and not wanting to hold back anymore, he too reached his climax, calling her name. Afterwards, sated, they lay together, neither speaking. Both were exhausted by the combination of what they had shared and the release of the worry and tension of the last few months.

Paul wrapped himself around Joanne, never wanting to let her go. That's where they fell asleep.