Perfect Strangers
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This chapter is rated M for Matures Content.
Bellagio next morning.
She woke slowly noticing the warm body next to her and for a moment she was confused before she remembered how she'd spent the night. A soft, satisfied smile appeared on her lips. She was on her back; the man was lying on his stomach one arm wrapped around her waist. Amy turned her head slightly to look at his sleeping face, he looked so content sleeping. His face lying next to her pillow, she could feel his breath on her shoulder as he slept. She moved to look at him better seeing the shadow of a beard on his handsome face, which made him appear even sexier. Amy sighed, as a wonderful sensation went through her body when she remembered the pleasure he had given her. So, this was how it felt to be made love to. She had longed to experience love making like she had read about in her romance novels.
Amy blushed, 'Their love making had been more late night Cinemax than Harlequin.'
She had been overwhelmed by the delightful way he had made her feel. She turned her head away from him to reach for her glasses, then looking at the bedside clock 4:20 am. Her flight was leaving at 6:50 am, she had to go. Amy gave him a quick kiss on the lips before easing his arm from around her waist and slipped out of bed, glancing back at him with a regretful sigh. One night, that's all she had asked for and all he had promised.
Amy moved around the room to find her clothes, the dim light of the corner lamp helping her gather her stuff. She dressed quickly before picking up her small purse and the rose he had given her. Taking one last look at his sleeping form before silently making her way out the bedroom. The scent of him clung to her skin and the sensuality of the night swept over her in a glorious wave. Walking to the living room, she caught her reflection in the mirror by the foyer. She gasped, she looked like a woman that spent the night in debauchery, her lips were swollen no doubt, from all that amorous kissing. There was a flush to her cheeks, a softness in her eyes. Her hair was all over the place, she also felt a little sore below the waist. She blushed, quickly trying to fix herself to look more presentable before moving to the door. She opened and then closed the door softly, leaning against the door closing her eyes.
"Thank you." She whispered to whoever was her fairy godmother for granting her wish, before walking to the elevator.
X
Amy felt more confident about herself than she'd ever felt in her life. 'Womanly.' She thought.
She wanted to believe all the changes were purely because the sex had been so fantastic, but she knew it was more than that.
'You can't have feelings for him.' she told herself sternly.
'He made it very clear what he wanted from you and you agreed.'
Amy squared her shoulders, telling herself as she stepped out the shower. 'You're a big girl, you can handle this.'
X
7:30am
With his eyes still closed, Sheldon reached for her body but instead found a cold empty bed. Opening his eyes, he sat up on the bed looking around for her but she was gone.
"What the hell?" he growled, sliding out of bed.
Not liking the thoughts running through his head. He quickly reached for pair of pants lying on the back of a chair, putting them on he; flung open his room door before he ran to the elevator. He exited the elevator on her floor to go in search of her. Remembering her room number from her restaurant bill. He paused at her open room door and stared at the hotel maid.
"Excuse me, have you seen the rooms occupant?"
The older woman stared at his bare chest with a dumbfounded expression before shaking her head and continuing her work.
He watched as she removed the bed sheets, tossing them on the chair next to her. "She checked out hours ago," she replied.
'Was this his karma? his turn to feel how the women he slept with felt once he was done with them?'
Sheldon sat down on the empty chair by the door, his hands on either side of his face, his elbows biting into his knees as he looked down at his bare feet. He buried his face in his palms, not remembering how he got back to his room. He was shocked that she had left without waking him up.
'How could she leave me without saying goodbye?' closing his eyes. 'Especially after giving me something so precious...'
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
"Damn her!"
X
He remembered wondering all night if her innocent act was real or was this some woman's ploy to get him. He decided to find out as they entered the elevator.
'Good Lord! did he find out.'
She had drawn from him more passion that he thought he could give. In fact, he had given her more than he had given to any other woman he had slept with. Every touch, every caress, every
thrust, had felt new to him. The sexual positions he had introduced her to during their love making seem new and more exciting to him. He had worshipped her body with his hand, his mouth, hell even his mind. The men she dated were fools, not to see the passion in her. Any man that had the opportunity to have that Vixen in their bed for a night would have surely been pleased. He was pleased, more than he would have liked to admit.
'Admit it, making love to her had been the single most pleasurable experience of your life.' Said a voice in his head.
Sheldon couldn't recall any of his more experienced partners making him feel like he wanted to stay with them or in them even when they begged him to. He never spends the night, he had a habit of getting bored quickly with his bed partners, they were lucky if he fucked them more than once. He never let a woman spend the night yet, he had broken one of his own rules.
His hands made a fist, 'Didn't last night mean anything to her?'
A voice inside his head countered back 'Hey, you're the one that told her about not being cut out for relationships remember?'
Their conversation flashed in his mind
"I have to be honest before this goes any further." He said stopping in front of his room door with keycard in hand he turned to her and said. "I'm not interested in a relationship and want to make sure you understand that. I don't want you to have any doubts now, or regrets later." He told her running a hand from her shoulder to her face, rubbing her cheek softly with his thumb before turning to open the door and standing aside, it was her choice to walk in or walk away.
Sheldon had feared that she would change her mind, but he had to be sure. "I want this to be a pleasurable experience for both of us, but I can't promise any more than that."
"A pleasurable experience."
Those words seemed to echo in his head;getting up he shoved the chair back, before storming to the bedroom.
He stomped angrily into his bedroom pausing when he noticed her cardigan laying on the chair. His pants must have covered it, his hands tremble as he picked it up slowly. Bringing the garment to his nose to smell her scent. He didn't even know her name. She had stopped him when he had suggested they should have a proper introduction, since they had been acquainted in the physical sense so why not the personal? But she had refused saying it was better that way.
Sheldon laid back down on the bed closing his eyes as he used her cardigan as a pillow. His eidetic memory recalling vivid images of last night.
X
"Come to my bed." He had told her.
She had taken his offered hand allowing him to lead her down the hallway to his bedroom. There he left her standing near the bed of the dark room while he turned on the corner lamp after removing his jacket. Returning to her Sheldon lifted her, pressing his mouth to her lips while carrying her to the bed. Amy felt the bed touch the back of her leg before he laid her down, his bodyweight pressing her to the soft mattress as his mouth coxed hers open. She kissed him hesitantly at first but their kissing turned hot and hungry making her cling to him. She was only vaguely aware that he'd lifted her in his arms because his mouth never left hers, but when he eased her back onto the bed and lowered himself over her, she was fully aware of the reaction her body had. Sheldon braced himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her as he continued to kiss her. Amy gloried in the feel of him pressing her deeper into the soft mattress as the urgency of his kiss intensified.
She never been kissed with such passionate and unrelenting need. Amy reached boldly between them to pull his shirt loose from his jeans and slid her hands beneath the material.
"Ohh..."
"Ahh…"
They both let out a deep, throaty moan when her fingers touched his bare skin. Reluctantly, Sheldon stop kissing her to look at her flushed bespectacled face, as she parted her lips slightly, her eyelids fluttering open in wonder.
"Do you mind?" he asked her, touching her glasses.
Amy scooted up a little before reaching for her glasses and placing them on the night stand. He looked at her eyes, there were a combination of gold, brown and green. They were so expressive he could see how much she wanted him in them. Sheldon leaned down to kiss her again.
"Your eyes, are so alluringly beautiful." He told her between kisses.
He wanted those dark moss green orbs to look at him like he was the only man in the world as he made love to her. Sheldon wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and bury himself in the warmth of her body.
'Finally,' he thought as an animalistic growl rumbled deep inside Sheldon's chest when he undid the back of her halter top to expose her naked breasts. 'This had been the reason he had pursued her, to appease his curiosity and now having her beneath him was just icing on the cake.'
She had turned her head away from him before bring in a hand to lay across her chest. 'What if he found her lacking?'
Sheldon frown before looking at her face, noticing the flush in her cheeks that traveled down her neck to her chest.
'Is she embarrassed?' he thought
Amy looked away from him before reaching to cover her breast; it had finally hit her desire clouded brain that she was in bed with a man she'd only just met, and now having him look at her breast was like ice water hitting her in the face.
As she reached up to cover them from him but he stopped her.
"Don't." he pulled her hand down before grabbing her chin to make her face him "Look at me."
Amy slowly opened her eyes to look at him at. He gave her a reassuring smile before he lowered his gaze to her chest.
They were full and round, soft and incredibly sensitive to his touch. It thrilled Sheldon to cup his hands around their delicate perfection and to hear the little gasps and moans that escaped her lips as he gently stroked them.
"So soft," he whispered, "So…beautiful."
Unable to resist the urge to taste them, he lowered his head and took a rose-colored tip in his mouth. It beaded instantly, growing tauter as his tongue swirled around it.
"Ahhh." Moaned Amy grabbing his head.
He performed the same ritual on her other breast, sucking hard and then capturing the hardened pearl between his teeth. As she withered beneath him in pleasure. He lavished his full attention on them for quite some time before leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and across her flat belly. His assessment of her in the elevator was so wrong, she turned out to be more than he had thought she would be. She was everything and so much more and he couldn't seem to get enough of her.
This experience was so new to her. She never felt a man's lips on her breast, for that matter anywhere on her body. Her head fell back, his breath hot on her skin. His hands, massaging her until they lowered to caress her hip. Amy moaned enjoying the way his hands were soothing on her body. His hand wandered lower coming up under her dress that had rode up exposing her thigh. She felt the heat in his touch. His touch continued to seduce until it was between her legs. Amy stiffened her eyes widen and her mouth parted. This was all so new but it felt so pleasant. She arched her back to give him more access to her. Her eyes closed, Sheldon watched the passion that played on her face and the way her chest rose and fell with the deepening of her breath and He hadn't even really touched her yet.
He had thought her legs bare but now saw and felt the sheer thigh-highs stockings she wore.
'God Lord, did she wear this under her spinster get up too?'
She was such a contradiction as he looked at her laced black panties.
He observed as her tongue dart out to wet her lips. He found the edge of her panties slipping his finger in the side of them. Her body shuddered from his touched as her legs widened. She was so wet. Blue and green eyes locked, a look of surprised on her face. He knew then this was no act, this was all new to her. 'What kind of men did she date that couldn't make love to this woman properly?'
All she did not received from them, he was more than happy to give. Gentle fingers stroked her womanhood. She jerked sucking air through her teeth as her head lolled on the pillow. Lifting her head Amy looked down as his hand fondled her. She moaned, her head falling back on the pillow. The soft sounds of her pleasure and her reaction heightened his arousal. He didn't think he could get any harder than he already was. Finding her opening Sheldon let his fingers slip inside her, she groaned as her hips arched against his hand. Her eyes closed and she pushed herself against his hand breathing deep and sighing with each lift of her hips. Her body tensed and she gasped, pulling him down to take her mouth as her movements beneath his hand became jerky and untutored. She was coming.
She was still wallowing in a mindless stupor when he lifted himself from her and began stripping off his own clothes. Amy's breath caught at the sight of his lightly muscled body, his muscles rippling in the soft light when he returned to her and freed her from her dress and panties. But left the stockings on. Before reaching inside the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom.
'He needed to be inside her.' Thought Sheldon lowering himself between her legs.
A muffled "Ouch." tore from her lips when he thrusted into her, burring himself to the hilt. Sheldon froze on top of her. He looked down at her before trying to pull away, but she wouldn't let him.
"No, please stay." She said breathlessly locking their bodies together by wrapping her legs around his thighs.
"Are you ok?" he asked concern in his voice
She nodded reaching out to caress his face as he looked down at her. An unfamiliar sensation curled around his heart. She had never let a man touched her the way she let him. She didn't let them experienced the tight sheathing of her body or the softness of her skin, no man but him. She had given her virginity to him and he felt profoundly humbled by that for some reason.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked
"Not really." A slight strain in her voice
"You should have told me that it was your first time." He admonishing her "I was too rough, I would have been more gentle if I-"
Amy cut him off by placing a finger on his lips to stop him.
"I'm fine," she told him before moving tentative beneath him. "No doubts or regrets remember?"
Sheldon felt a slight annoyance at her last words but it was soon forgotten when her inner muscles squeezed him.
"Oh, my!" He gasped closing his eyes.
"I want you." She whispered grabbing him behind the neck to bring him down for a kissed.
Amy new they would be some pain, she supposed she should have told him she was still a virgin, but it was too late now.
'He should have been gentle with her.' thought Sheldon 'She was so tight, he felt so good buried inside her.'
Sheldon lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly. He eased his hips back, before sinking slowly back inside her, he repeated the gentle motion over and over until Amy began to respond with equal passion. The slow rhythm of their bodies sending them soaring higher and higher, as his thrusts grew harder and drove deeper into her,
"AHH!" Amy cried out, arching her back as liquid heat exploded from deep inside her, engulfing him in its warmth. She bucked against him, shuddering violently for several minutes before finally falling back against the bed, her muscles felt like putty.
Sheldon had never experienced anything like this before. He'd been with more women than he could count, but nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure of making love to this Vixen or the roaring climax that ripped through him only seconds after hers had subsided. He collapsed half over her, gasping for air.
"That was incredible." She panted nestling in his arms with a contented sigh.
He grunted in response before pressing a kiss to her forehead, breathing in her soft, sweet scent. Regardless of his little speech about not being into long term relationship, Sheldon felt extremely possessive of her at that moment. She was his, only his.
X
Sheldon opened his eyes to stare at his bedroom ceiling. She had felt so good in his arms, as if they were made for each other, which seemed completely illogical considering how much bigger he was then her.
He had been surprised on how insatiable they both had been. He had taken her three times that night before exhaustion had kept him from reaching for her a fourth time.
Sheldon smirked 'All he had to do was caress her and she was arching her back, pleading with him to ease the ache he'd caused.'
He frowned when he remembered how she had only to touch her hands over his chest or run her tongue across his skin and he was on her. As sexual as he was, he had never made love to a woman more than twice in one night.
A thought crossed his mind that 'He wouldn't have minded asking her and setting her up as his mistress somewhere, to be available to him when he pleased.' After all he was a rich man that could afford to keep her in luxury and all that nonsense that women liked. In returned all she had to do was to be at his beck and call.
This line of thought should have sobered him right out of this craving stupor. It should have made him shy away from the implications of what such thoughts could lead to or mean, but it didn't and that scared the hell out of him.