so smutty... Sorry not sorry... Might just use this story for that purpose.
They had been doing their cohabitation experiment for one week. One of best weeks of her life. Everything between them was so easy. They liked the same things. Needed the same amount of space and quiet time. They had a few small disagreements here and there. Nothing as bad as the first night. Yet they hadn't made love again. They had made out, kissing until they were breathless. It was almost like Sheldon was trying to prove that he was above it to himself. With every heated session she could tell it was harder and harder for him to stop. Amy knew she just had to break his resolve. How she was still working out.
On Friday they decided to stay in and watch a movie in their pajamas. Amy poured herself a glass of red wine to drink while they watch. Not paying attention as he gets up to use the restroom Sheldon knocks into Amy's elbow. Making her spill the full glass down the front of her nightgown.
"Sheldon!" She huffs and he gives her an I'm sorry expression.
"I'm sorry! You can just go change though." He tells her.
"That was my last clean nightgown." Amy says annoyed and he just shrugs.
"You'll think of something." He says patting her shoulder and going to the restroom.
Amy glares after him an idea forming in her head. An idea that just might break his iron resolve. Amy waits for him to come back before getting up to change. Amy goes through his drawer and pulls out a red Flash shirt. Amy has good memories of this shirt. When she holds it up to her cheek it is worn and soft, and smells like him. Amy tugs of her flannel nightgown and puts it in the hamper. Then she tugs on Sheldon's shirt. The design pulls a little over her breasts. It is just long enough to cover her underwear but still shows a lot of leg. Feeling very naughty she walks out of the room and strides over to the couch.
"Amy why are you wearing my shirt?" He asks incredulously.
"You told me just to change. All my night gowns are dirty until laundry night tomorrow. This shirt is not in your rotation until next week. By then it can be washed again." Amy tells sitting beside him on the couch.
"Very well." He says staring at the tv screen.
Then he glances over at her. Noting how long her legs look as she curls up in her corner of the couch. Amy pretends not to notice his frequent glances at her. Or the way way he bites his lip like he is holding back his words. Amy gets up to put her wineglass in the sink. On her way back she notices a spot on the kitchen table left over from dinner. Amy goes and gets a paper towel to wipe it off. Bending over the table to scrub the spot she jumps when she feels Sheldon behind her.
"Sheldon you scared me!" Amy yells.
"What are you doing Amy?" He Asks his voice a deep rumble.
"I'm just cleaning up." Amy Says innocently starting to stand up. Sheldon wraps his hands around her and holds her in place. His front pressing against her back.
"Just cleaning up? Or trying to drive me insane?" He asks pressing his lips against her neck. Amy arches her back against him, leaning into his kiss.
"How am I driving you insane?" She asks as his hands move up her shirt.
"You know what you're doing. This shirt on you is beyond alluring on you. Combine it with you bearing your best asset and shaking it in my face. I can't be expected to keep control." He tells her moving his hands up higher. Sliding across her belly up to her breasts.
"Maybe, I don't want you to keep control?" Amy sighs.
Sheldon's long fingers manipulate her nipples. Amy bends backwards so she can connect with his mouth. His tongue matching the rhythm of his his fingers. Teasing and tugging in a slow torturous rhythm. Amy presses her behind into his crotch to get friction. Grinding against his erection as he squeezes her nipples between his fingers. Amy moves to pull the shirt off to give him better access and he stops her.
"Keep it on." He commands pulling her nipples to the point where it's almost painful. The intense sensation is balanced between pleasure and pain. Is enough to almost set he over the edge. That when he moves his hands away to tug her panties down over her hips she is one stroke away from becoming undone.
Amy is shivering with need and anticipation as he pulls the shirt up over her hips. Bending her over so she is leaning over the table. Sheldon strokes her backside lovingly. Then lays soft slap against her cheek making her gasp.
"Do you even know how attractive you are? How hard it is for me not to violate you every single night?" He asks pressing against her.
"What if I want to be violated every single night?" She breathes as she feels him pull his pants down and press against her opening.
"Then you might just get your wish." He tells her in a deep husky voice as he moves inside of her. Slamming against her so tbst she has to grip the table to keep stable. Amy cries out and bucks against him with equal force.
"Good." She says through gritted teeth as he slams against her again.
His hands are gripping her hips tightly. As he takes her from behind. This was different from the other times they made love. It is harder and more intense and something different entirely. When his hands move up to her nipples and pinch them again. Pulling them in the rhythm of his thrusts. Amy comes undone calling out his name as she pants against the table. Amy feels him find his release inside her. He steps away and she stands up again feeling pleasantly sore.
"I'm sorry Amy. That was uncalled for. It won't happen again." He tells her as she puts her panties back on and he adjusts his clothes.
"Why not?" She asks worried.
"I used your body for my own selfish needs. I apologize." He says looking embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry. I want you as much as you want me. So it's not selfish if both parties are more than willing." Amy reminds him. As they go back to the couch to finish their forgotten movie.
"Be careful what you ask for." He says as she curls up next to him wrapping her arm around his.