Sheldon demonstrates that repetition isn't a bad idea, after all.
The Girls Night Aftermath.
Chapter 6.
Amy and Sheldon stood in the shower, staring at each other's naked bodies, the hot water running over them.
Picking up a sponge, Amy squeezed some shower gel onto it, and began soaping Sheldon's chest.
Sponging him in long, slow, lazy strokes, she moved downward, across his abdomen, to finally arrive at his groin.
Giving his erection an admiring glance, she reached out and took hold of it, before gently sponging it along its length.
With a sharp intake of breath, Sheldon rose onto tiptoes.
A sly glint in her eyes, Amy reached her other hand forward and cupped his scrotum, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Legs like rubber, Sheldon leant back against the shower wall, surrendering to whatever Amy had planned for him.
Pausing only to let the shower gel wash away, she give him a gentle but firm stroke, then sank to her knees, her mouth just inches from the engorged head.
Sticking her tongue out, she gave a gentle lick to the underside.
Sheldon's body went rigid. Never in his life, had experienced anything like this, a mixture of ecstasy and agony, pleasure and pain.
Then, in an instant, he was inside her hot, wet mouth.
Her tongue teased the underside, while she sucked gently, varying the pressure.
She drew her mouth back, then forward, then back again, building a rhythm, all the time cupping his scrotum.
Sheldon couldn't take much more of this. Groaning and writhing, he felt his inner muscles clench.
He tried to withdraw, but she was having none of it.
As he exploded into her mouth, she hung onto him, still sucking and licking.
Feeling himself slip from her mouth, Sheldon looked down at Amy, still on her knees, looking up at him.
Expecting to see a look of horror on her face, he was surprised to see instead, a satisfied smile.
Amy got to her feet and, finding herself weak at the knees, leant against him for support.
As their wet slippery bodies rubbed together, Sheldon ran his hands down her back, and onto her rounded buttocks, pulling her closer to him.
Rubbing himself against her, he could feel the heat of her, pressing onto his already recovering arousal.
Moving his right hand to her front, he slipped it between their bodies, and began tracing it along the lips of her womanhood.
Teasing the lips apart, he slipped his finger inside, surprised by the heat, and marveling at the slippery wetness.
Stroking the inside wall, he gently withdrew his finger, causing Amy to gasp. Lifting his hand in front of his face, he rubbed his finger against his thumb, fascinated by the sensation.
He had to know the answer. Without thinking, he licked the tip of his finger. The taste wasn't, as he was expecting, bitter, but rather musky, with a hint of spice.
Slowly, he settled to his knees, running a line of kisses between her breasts and down her body, until he reached his target.
Instinctively, Amy opened her legs, closing her eyes, and bracing herself against the shower wall.
Placing his hands on her inner thighs, Sheldon used his thumbs to gently spread the lips, then gingerly slipped his tongue between them.
It was like an electric shock, racing up from her core, passing through her heart, and on to her brain. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this.
Sheldon, feeling her body stiffen, plunged deeper, lapping at her.
Amy was writhing against the wall, groaning, her hands above her head, her knuckles white, as she clung to the shower head.
Licking ever higher, Sheldon's tongue flicked over her clitoris, and Amy practically leapt off the floor. He began licking at the nub, then nibbled at it.
Amy was being tormented by the sensations, but she refused to cry "stop".
Instead, she cried out "YES, Oh God yes".
Sheldon struggled to stay in contact, as Amy's body writhed under his touch.
He felt her body go rigid, then a shudder rolled through her body, as she gasped for breath.
He sucked harder on her clitoris, his tongue still teasing it.
Amy's heart felt like it was going to explode. With all rational thought gone, she screamed, "Aaaaaahhhhhhh", as the orgasm coursed through her body.
Losing her grip on the shower head, she began to slip down the wall, scrabbling for something to stop her fall.
As her clitoris was pulled from his mouth, Sheldon reached up and caught her falling body.
He didn't have the strength to stop the fall, but he managed to slow it enough, that she didn't hurt herself.
They finished up in a heap on the shower floor.
Sheldon looked into Amy's face. Her face, flushed pink with arousal, bore a look of total bliss.
Leaning forward, he planted his lips on hers, her mouth opening instantly, to admit his tongue.
Tasting herself on him, she put her hands on her own breasts, and began kneading them, teasing her nipples, moaning into his mouth.
They lay there for a few minutes, the hot water still cascading onto them, waiting for their strength to recover enough, so they could pick themselves off the floor.
Finally, Sheldon dragged himself out of the shower. As he stood there, leaning against the bathroom wall, Amy appeared alongside him, standing unsupported.
Amy looked at him, a look of mock disdain on her face. "What's the matter?" she asked, "Run out of energy already?" Slapping him playfully on his bare bottom, she ordered "Bedroom, NOW".
Sheldon gave a half hearted salute and, in a Texan drawl, replied "Yes, ma'am".
Running into the bedroom, they paused long enough to kiss, long, slow and deep, before Sheldon pushed her back onto the bed.
Squatting between her legs, he leaned forward and planted his mouth onto her left breast, licking and nibbling at the nipple.
As he sucked, he cupped the right one, teasing the nipple with his index finger.
Amy reached down, grasping at his erection, trying to maneuver herself onto it.
Sheldon shuffled back out of her reach, breaking mouth contact with her nipple.
Amy begged "Oh please now". Sheldon was tempted. The sound of his woman begging for him was so incredibly exciting.
He fought the temptation to plunge into her. Instead, he looked her longingly in the eyes and said "Not yet".
Dropping down, he plunged his mouth between her legs, latching onto her clitoris.
Amy writhed and bucked under him, her breath coming in gasps, as he licked and nibbled at her.
"Oh God, so close, so close" she groaned.
Reluctantly, Sheldon lifted his head away from her. Shuffling up the bed, he grabbed her by the buttocks, lifted her off the bed and, in one single move, plunged himself into her.
Amy gasped, then wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her.
Looking into her eyes, he plunged into her again and again.
Amy let out a choked scream, then an animal like growl, her body going rigid, as her second orgasm flooded through her body.
Without giving her time to recover, Sheldon withdrew from her, rolled her on her front, then, placing his hands on her hips, he began lifting her up.
Taking the hint, Amy drew her knees under her, and lifted herself up.
She felt him enter her again, deeper this time, as though he might pierce her very soul.
Clenching her muscles, she tightened herself around him, reveling in the increased friction, and the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body, with each stroke.
Her mind pleading with him to go even deeper into her, she pushed herself back against him, her bottom slapping against his belly.
Still holding onto her hips, Sheldon was thrusting in and out, as Amy rocked backward and forward, in perfect timing, every thrust seeming to go deeper than the last.
They pounded into each other, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until Amy could hold on no longer.
With a deep guttural groan, gasping for breath, Amy collapsed on the bed, Sheldon slipping out of her.
Amy lay there, twitching and jerking, as the orgasm subsided.
Finally rolling on her side, she saw Sheldon lying on his back next to her, still fully erect. Summoning what energy she had left, she reached out, took hold of him, and began pumping hard and fast.
Sheldon was very close. As she pumped him, she could feel him beginning to tense up.
With just seconds to spare, she straddled him, and impaled herself on him.
As she surrounded him, he erupted, his hot juices flooding into her.
Rolling off him, she lay alongside him, both of them gasping for breath.
As their breathing began to slow, Sheldon looked across at Amy, unable to summon the energy to move.
"So" he began, "Who says repetition is a bad thing?"
Amy grinned at him, "Not me, but I might not be able to walk properly for a few days".