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She feels her body quivering, and locks eyes with Sheldon before her eyes catch the glimmer on his lips and chin. She lets out a sharp breath with realization; that's her on his lips and chin. He's crawling over her now and she groans at the feel of his dick pressed up against her. It feels so hot and hard. She wants to feel him inside of her. She wants to know what it's like when a man and a woman (or any two people really, she wouldn't judge) come together like that. She wants to feel the completion of something warm and hard inside of her. Sure she's had toys and her fingers before but now… now she could have Sheldon.

"Amy," He murmurs and kisses her as she looks towards him. She is sure she could never have enough of this, of Sheldon. His thin beckoning lips were hers for the taking and so she took with all the confidence she could muster. Sheldon tasted different this time, with the taste of her on his lips and tongue and that thought had her tangling her fingers in his hair. It was short but long enough to grab. She pulls his hair as she pushes his head closer and the low groan that escapes him sends her to cloud nine.

His knees come closer for better leverage and push hers apart. She shudders as she spreads her legs and bites her lip as he pulls back to breathe again. She stares into his eyes and smiles widely. He returns her smile with a sort snort and the shake of his head before capturing her lips once again. When she pulls away he trails kisses down her jaw before placing one at her neck that makes her arch into him. She lets his name escape her in a whimper and feels his smile against her skin.

"I have thought about this for a long time." He confesses as he licks her ear. He sucks on her earlobe and she lets a breath of air escape her.

"Not as long as I have." She persists as the thoughts that were slowly coming back begin to dissipate.

"That's true," he agrees, "what have you thought of then?"

"Many things," she breathes, she can't think of a single one right now but that's because he's touching her. This was what most of her dreams were. She blushes and he tilted his head.

"Tell me what you are thinking." She looks away nervously but the hand on her waist comes up to her chin to guide her back to him.

"This," she shrugs "You and I in a bed, kissing, touching."

"We've kissed in a bed before today." He counters, his hand trialing down her neck to her chest.

"Not naked, or with so much passion," she defends as he takes a nipple between two fingers and squeezes gently. She wishes she could see a scan of her brain right now because she feels like all her nerves are exploding.

"So you've thought of my passion." He concludes as he releases the nipple. She watches him shift his weight to that hand and use the other to squeeze the other nipple.

"You-ou are a passionate man, I just thought about you turning your passion on me." He watches her breasts sway as he releases her nipple and ducks his head to take it into his mouth again. She barely refrains from tangling her fingers in his hair again as he does. She does feel warmer against him as her eyes flutter shut.

She lets out a strangled moan as he moves against her swiftly with an involuntary buckle from his hips.

"Amy," It's almost a growl "I've told you already, I'm down to my more basic urges, and you're tempting me again with your wetness and the rush of your smell." He pulls back from her and grinds against her. Her hips rise to meet him in desperate need. She hopes he feels at least half as much as she does. She leans forward and wraps and arm around his neck before pulling him back down to the bed to continue kissing her, because it's become her new favorite pastime.

"Both of our test results show that we are clean and disease free." He tells her neck as he lets his hand wander her body aggressively, the other holding him up. He bites her neck before sucking gently and blowing on the pink skin. He wouldn't leave hickeys, but he would enjoy her. He rests it on her waist, the indent seemingly made for his hand to rest against. His fingers draw invisible patterns against her skin before tightening to hold her in place as he moves against her. "And you are on birth control, have been for years," his hips stilled as his hands stopped. She whimpered at the loss of contact but he pulled away so that he didn't temp her answer. "So use of a condom is entirely up to you." She frowns at the golden packet in his fingers, she heard men felt less; she wanted Sheldon to feel everything. She sits up.

"While the stimulation is less while wearing the condom, it will not be enough to keep me from enjoying today or finishing it, so please do not let your decision be affected by that. I am 93% sure that the stimulation difference is not even significant." She feels her frown turn to a twisted lip. He watches her face. "The sex will be the same for me" he stresses, "so this only affects you. You are not allergic in any way and this prevents pregnancy and STD's even though the pill and our tests negate that purpose it is still an extra layer of protection."

"I know what a condom does." She intends to be reprimanding but her nerves give her away. She takes it from him and stares at it for a few seconds before nodding. "If it's all the same to you," she starts "then please." She looks away as if guilty so he hooks a finger under her chin.

"Wise choice." His tone is firm and a smile pulls at the corner of her lips. "Now lay down, I'm not done with you yet."

The sight of Sheldon's hand on his penis is stimulating, and she closes her eyes from a brief second to entertain the thought of him masturbating. They open again to see Sheldon pulling at the edge that's a small bubble from his tip and then staring at her. She lays back and opens her legs. He runs a finger down from her belly button to her swelled clit to her folds and she parts her lips as his finger dives in. It's like her own but different, it's not enough to get her going but she knows he's trying to loosen her up. She lets out a breath and closes her eyes. She feels the second enter and tosses her head to the other side of the bed.

"Oh, Sheldon." He grabs himself and slowly goes from base to tip as he stretches her. He's glad he masturbated earlier so that he would take longer to finish, he wants to make this special for her, sensational.

He slips the third finger in and curls them to make her toes clench. Nodding to himself he brushes over the spot again to get the same reaction. He'd catalog this later, when he had time, but right now he wants nothing more than to be settled between her thighs.

He pulls his fingers out and coated her juices over the condom. He positions himself at her entrance before looking to her.

"I want this Sheldon," she starts before he can ask, "And I am ready, please take me."

He pushes in slowly, and it's more for him than her, because this is an overload of sensation and he knows he will remember every second of it. When it feels like he's hit a wall he slows down and she stretches to fit him in.

"I feel full," she says softly, as if she hadn't intended to speak "it's wonderful." She locks eyes with him.

"I love you Sheldon." She blurts, and it has to be a blurt because she knows it wasn't the right time to say it and she knows he doesn't feel the same and she's just ruined this, all of this. Stupid emotions! Sheldon shifts and she lifts her hips to try and keep him from leaving. He's silent for a heat beat as he tries to figure out why it seems like his chest is burning.

"I'm a difficult man to love." He finally responds as he continues to move and she grabs his face and kisses his forehead.

"Not to the people who count." She insists as she lifts her hips to meet his. He lets out a soft groan and she arches her back as his hand rests under her back.

"I've never felt like this about anyone before." He says a few thrusts later, as they've found a slow soft rhythm she could sing to, "and it's likely I never will again." He kisses her softly as he continues. "Given that" he pauses and looks into her bright eyes.

"I think I love you Amy Farah Fowler."

She could cry. She does, and he wipes the tears away with his long fingers, one of them still covered in her juices.

She kisses him again and he moans. His rhythm changes as they kiss, faster and harder, as if he was racing. She felt it then, different, amazing, she was rising, higher and higher. She understood his race because she was racing there too.

"Yes, Sheldon!" She yells it as she grabs his shoulders tightly. His rhythm falters for a second as her nails bite into his skin but picks up again. He's muttering something and it takes her a few seconds to realize that it's her name he's saying over and over again

It's like she's his mantra or his prayer.

Her fingers may be scratching his back but she's so lost she doesn't think about it. The small fire on his back from her scratches on fuel him. There is one lower groan and it's telling. He opens the eyes that have closed and watches her. She shudders and clenches, her eyes open wide. He feels her tighten as her eyes clench and knows she's seconds away from completion.

"Cum for me."

She does, she's falling apart to the sound of his voice. The only thing that makes this better is the way he says her name 7 seconds later as he cums; for her.

Chapter End

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