Chapter Twenty-Five
"I am the sword master!"
Howard Wolowitz (TBBT Season 5)
"The Fuzzy Boots Collorary"
"It's clear that I have given you too much power in this relationship."
Amy's eyes widened as she heard the same words she'd used against him two days ago suddenly directed at herself.
"Now that I'm in charge," he continued, his eyes wandering lazily over her body. "There are rules. Rule one: You don't touch me until this is over. The only one allowed to touch anyone is me. Got it?"
"Sheldon," she beckoned, reaching out for him.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed as he bent over her. "I can't think when you touch me. We are doing this my way. I'll tie you down if need be."
The mere thought of that had her on the brink of orgasm.
"Rule two," he continued. "You do as I say. No matter what."
She nodded, ready to explode from wanting him. She'd agree to anything at this point.
"Rule three: You tell me immediately if I hurt you or if something is unpleasant. Otherwise, I can touch wherever I like."
Sheldon barely waited for her agreement before he settled over her again. He leaned down, kissed her lips lightly, and moved down her cheek until he had her earlobe in his mouth again. He gave it a quick, teasing nip before swirling his tongue against the pulse point below her ear.
She shuddered under him.
"Fascinating," he whispered and swirled again.
Another shudder followed. If his hands hadn't still been keeping her wrists restrained, she would have wrapped her arms around him. Amy wanted so badly to touch him, but Sheldon wasn't allowing that. And, honestly, it only aroused her further. He blazed a path of kisses along her neck, pausing at the little hollow where her neck blended into her chest to give her a quick lap of his tongue.
She moaned as he kissed, nibbled and licked his way across her collar bone, over her chest and stopped at the very tops of her bosoms. She arched her back and heaved the breasts upward, offering them to him almost in supplication.
Sheldon paused, released one of her hands to cup and almost weigh one breast. He lightly pinched the nipple, grinning as it puckered and pouted beneath his ministrations. He did the same with her other breast, his gaze darted up to her to gauge every reaction. Her breathing accelerated as he leaned down to circle her breast in kisses, nearing the nipple each time, but never touching it with his mouth.
"Sheldon, please," she pleaded, reaching out again.
He slammed her hand back down on the bed and held it firm. "No breaking the rules," he declared, pulling his mouth away from her.
"Sheldon, I swear, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to tie you to this bed and lick every inch of your skin until you are screaming with—"
His body jerked with desire. He closed his eyes, as if trying to quell the tide of emotion within him. Finally, when he seemed to have a hold on it, he gazed back down at her. "Interesting. It's not just the act of foreplay that increases sexual arousal. Talking can do this as well. Hmm," he said. He frowned a bit, like he was trying to think of something appropriate to say.
"You're going to try talking dirty?" she asked, with a laugh.
"Indeed." He planted his mouth back against her ear. "About one percent of women can achieve orgasm solely through breast stimulation," he whispered. His hand reached out and cradled her breast again, fondling it. "Let's see if you're one of them."
She quivered, her legs falling open of their own accord.
Sheldon grinned, smugly. "Fascinating," he repeated, finally taking her areola in his mouth. He sucked and laved at it, all while his hands worked the other one. Amy didn't even need him to hold her hands down anymore. She did that all by herself.
He moved his mouth back and forth between her breasts, gorging on her flesh until she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Hmm …" he pondered, "apparently not. Let's try something else, shall we? For both men and women, the heart rate averages 140 beats per minute at the point of orgasm." He'd barely finished speaking before pressing his mouth against the smooth skin between her breasts. He then kissed and nipped his way down her chest. "The maximum speed at which erotic sensations travel from skin to the brain has been clocked at 156 miles per hour."
His tongue flicked into her belly button, which she had never before considered an erogenous zone. But, apparently, it was. Boy, was it.
And this is how it went. He would kiss, stroke or fondle her, breaking off every once and while to spout another sex fact. It shouldn't have worked as well as it did, but she'd always been a girl who loved to learn. Apparently, that was somehow linked to the pleasure center of her brain and, Sheldon—genius that he was—had clearly picked up on that.
"The clitoris is the human female's most sensitive erogenous zone and the primary source of female sexual pleasure."
He kissed her hip bone as his hands ran up and down her legs. Finally, they stroked back up to the apex of her thighs, coming to rest with a firm caress against the outer lips of her vagina. "Typically, there are two main areas of female orgasm. The first is achieved solely through clitoral stimulation." His finger swept into the folds of her vagina—having no trouble finding the little nubbin this time. He gave it a few, deft flicks until she threw her head back and pressed against him.
"The second," he continued, as aloof and determined as always, "is achieved through vaginal stimulation." His finger moved down and, without warning, invaded her opening. A second finger joined the first. Together, they rubbed against her feminine inner wall. "Apparently, this can be attained by finding the much debated 'G' spot—as they call it. And, if you do have it, then we should know after I—" He crooked one of the fingers inside of her gently and rubbed it determinedly against a new place. She bolted up in the bed, groaning against the onslaught of sensations this caused.
Amy was sure she was going to die from the orgasm she could feel building inside of her. Right now, she was OK with that. As long as he didn't stop, she didn't care if the world came to an end.
"Oh. My. God," she grunted, her legs splaying wider. A fiery corkscrew of pleasure was winding tighter and tighter inside of her. She was nearly mad with frenzy. "Yes, yes. Oh God, yes."
When Sheldon reached up with his thumb and gently pushed down on her clitoris while continuing with his earlier rubbing, her world shattered.
"Sheldon!" she screamed. Rapture flooded her senses. She clenched her eyes closed against the bombardment of bliss. She'd had orgasms before, but never like this. Nothing could ever be like this. If she wasn't already in love with him, she would have been after this.
He never ceased his actions. Even as her body trembled and shook with release, he kept rubbing and petting, seeming to wring every drop of pleasure from her he could. Finally, it was too much for her overstimulated genitals and she pushed him away. Her legs flopped deliriously to the bed as she enjoyed delicious little aftershocks of pleasure.
He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. Amy barely noticed. She was too busy trying to remember how to think. That was … That was … Oh my God.
Sheldon returned, drying his hands on a hand towel. He set the towel on the side table and aligned himself next to her on the bed. "That was satisfactory?" he asked.
"You excelled by every definition of the word and you know it," she wheezed, still trying to get her breathing under control.
He grinned, his eyes running over her again. "You know, if you had let me finish my research, you would have enjoyed that more."
"If I enjoyed that any more, I'd be dead right now," she retorted.
He laughed. "Your body takes on a particular rosy hue right before you achieve orgasm. Did you know that? And, your eyes are the most intriguing shade of green when you're aroused. It's quiet attractive … and stimulating."
The exhaustion she'd felt in the wake of her orgasm disappeared as she noticed his hardening penis. He eyed her as she eyed him.
"We don't have to. We can wait," he said.
"No," she said, straddling him before he could get away. "We do this. Now." She kissed him, relishing the ability to touch him again as she pleased.
His hands rested on her hips as they kissed. She wound her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss by thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and gripped her hips tightly before flipping her onto her back in one swift motion. He reached down to take her breast in his mouth again, but she grabbed him by the back of the head and made him look at her.
"Take me, Sheldon," she said.
"Yes," he groaned, stretching a hand out to grab his wallet on the bedside table. After a few blind taps, he noticed it wasn't there. It took a few minutes of searching the room, but he found it and recovered the second condom.
She wanted to help him put it on, but he batted her hands away. "Not this time," he said. "Lie back on the bed."
He rolled the condom on himself and settled back between her thighs. His breath was coming out in gasps, but she thought that had more to do with nervousness than arousal this time.
"We'll be fine," she assured him.
"Say it," he said, giving her cheek a light caress. "I need you to tell me now."
She knew instantly what he was talking about. "I love you, Sheldon," she said with a soft smile.
He nodded, took a deep breath, adjusted himself against her entrance and began to press inside. He went slowly, for her sake as well as his own. Before either of them knew it, he'd worked himself fully inside of her. Sheldon clenched his jaw tight and squeezed his eyes shut, like he was battling against something. For Amy, it was just the oddest sensation. Not unpleasant or painful. Just the impression of being oddly stretched and … full.
He began to move. Slightly at first, a little pull out and a quick shove in. It sent a little zing of feeling through her. Then, he just stopped. She looked up at him to make sure he was all right and found him staring back down at her.
"Are you OK? Am I hurting you?"
It seemed like it was taking all of his strength and mental dexterity to simply ask the question.
"No. Keep going. I'm fine."
"Put your legs around me," he grunted.
She did, wrapping them around his waist as her hands went under his arms and clutched at his shoulders from the back. This allowed him to move deeper within her, something that had both of them breathless. Sheldon pulled out and, with a thrust of his hips, came back to her. He groaned and the arms holding him up on either side of her head shook.
"Amy, this is … This is …" he said, his blue eyes now almost fully black.
"Yes," she panted, leaning up to kiss him.
Then, it just became about the drive, pull, adjusting, and the drive and pull again. Their movements weren't synchronized or choreographed. They were awkward and hot and clumsy and sweaty and lumbering and sexy—all at the same time. In one of his periods of adjustment, Sheldon seemed to hit something good within Amy and she became a wildcat, demanding he move faster and harder.
Sheldon complied, thrusting into her with wild abandon. They could have been at it for seconds or hours. Amy wasn't really sure which. All she knew was that one moment she was hurtling towards ecstasy and, the next, it was upon her. Pleasure showered every nerve ending as she ground her hips against his and fell apart. A short time later, Sheldon stiffened overhead as he, too, came with a rush. He let out a long, satisfied groan before collapsing on top of her.
They lay this way for the longest time. Not talking. Not moving. Just existing together almost as one unit. Finally, when his strength seemed to have returned, Sheldon pulled out of her and flopped down beside her on the bed. His breathing was still staccato and disjointed, but, then again, so was hers.
"Why didn't we do that a long time ago?" he asked.
Amy laughed and rolled to lie against his chest. "That is a question I've been asking for quite a long time."
He laughed as well, caressing the sweaty hair away from her forehead with his fingers. "You're all mine now, Amy Farrah Fowler," he stated, looking down at her.
She looked back up at him, cocooned in this perfect piece of paradise that she never wanted to end. "I've always been yours, Sheldon. Just as you've always been mine."
A/N: In the immortal words of one of my favorite fan fiction authors, Becca Austen, "You're welcome."
LOL. If you haven't heard of the mighty Ms. Bex, you should check out her fic Daylight if for no other reason than to get the fullness of my little joke. Believe me, Daylight is A-MA-ZING. She leaves Stephenie Meyer weeping in shame. Her writing is the stuff awesome things are made of. I can only hope to be as good as her one day. Thanks for all your encouragement, Becca! You rock!