TheDarkestShinobi: Hello All, been working on this story a lot, and I have a lot written, just things that happen in the future, so trying to write the connections now

Couple of things for my story:

H and B are together but not married. P and L are on/off and P hasn't said the L word

This chapter was intended to be a lil smut and then a day to day scene but something happened to me while writing this and I let it happen. (Please give feedback on it, you'll know it when you read it)

Sex is fun, it is amazing and it feels good and it allows for a greater level of intimacy with a person, but it can also be nerve wracking, and people can change their minds about sex, even during it. Many people react in different ways to different situations, and I'm not writing a cookie cutter story.

Despite my current trend, this isn't going to be all smut, so I hope you'll stick with it when the smut is less often and the love story is told.

As for a more Dominant Amy, It's not my intention with the story; I can write prompts if they are sent in. I have one scene for this story written out for her but that is WAY in the future, anything short term would have to be prompted.

Start:

The only thing he feels is a need for more.

She's still looking at him and smiling from her position kneeling at his feet.

He can breathe, but it feels like he can't.

"Up."

It's a command. She rocks back to get her balance before coming up. He opens his mouth to say something. Anything. This fog is insane. He closes his eyes, breathe. He wants this and it's all too much. He opens his eyes to see her looking up as him with her soft smile. Amy, his Amy. Sex doesn't change that. He places his hand on her shoulder, his fingers wrap around the back of her neck. She is still looking up at him. He pulls her closer and meets her lips in a closed mouth kiss. She moans softly and his desire spikes.

Amy feels her back hit the wall again and Sheldon's hands grab hers before bringing them out from behind her, she grabs his head with one while the other presses against his chest. She can't help from grinning as they kiss because it still feels like a dream come true. Sheldon's hand grabs her ass as the other fists in her hair.

"Off," he says breathlessly and Amy's hands leave him to unbutton his shirt. Sheldon groans as he keeps kissing her. He steps out of his shoes. Amy can't help a smirk because boo yah! Who's the luckiest girl in the world? That's right. She is. The first two buttons are undone when he growls.

"Off." He sounds desperate. He is stepping on his pants getting out of them. Amy understands the desperation, but her shaking fingers aren't moving very fast, especially once she realizes he isn't wearing anything under it.

"Off." This time it is sharp, a command, he's impatient, so Amy does the only thing she can think off. She yanks, hard, and some buttons are flying off his shirt as she's pulling the shirt off his arms.

"Mine." He bites her ear and she falters in her step. She looks up at him and then grins.

"Come and get it." She smiles as he pulls his head back. She ducks and escapes him. She turns to him and watches him chuckle.

"Amy." He warns lowly as he walks towards her but she simply smiles. She knows Sheldon is an ass man; he spent some extra time there in bathing and spanking her before so she turns to let him get an eyeful. She stops at his door and feels his arm wrap around her midsection as the other moves her hair so he can kiss her neck. She laughs as she crumbles a bit but he holds her up.

"Keep this up and I'm going to have to spank you." He murmurs into her ear and she wriggles against him. His eyes roll into the back of his head at the contact.

"You can." He has, she wonders if he was holding back because it had been more tease than anything. "It is in the contract, I can send you the pdf." He bites her shoulder and sucks and her laugh turns into a moan. She arches up and his hand grabs her breasts to roughly play with it. "Shel-Sheldon."

"I told you I would learn your body." He speaks again, "but I know the human body very well already." His hand catches hers to let his fingernail trace circles on the inside of her wrist. She shudders and he blows on the wet spot he let on her shoulder. "You may know the inside of the body better than I do." She moans lightly. He lets his hand move on the side of her body, lightly scratching. He ground himself into her back. "Neural biology, Psychology, love." She whimpers. He brings both his hands to her shoulders and slowly lets them trail down, barely touching her. "The body itself is a different story." He kisses from one shoulder to the other. "The physics," he scratches her skin again, "the chemistry," he trials lightly and she can feel her skin heat up under him, "the biology," he pushes his hips forward. "That's what I know." She leans against him and he opens up her legs so he can slowly circle her clit with a finger. "I know how to tease," he moves away "to deny." He turns her around so she can face him, but her eyes are closed and her body relaxed.

"You are the first person I have wanted to give more than take from, to invest in." He wraps his hands around her waist as her eyes open and she bites her lips. "You are one of the few people I care about and the only one I want." He has said something wrong. He pulls back. "I don't get it, why are you crying?" She smiles and reaches out to put her hand on his face. "No, Amy, why are you crying?"

"Because I'm happy." He looks offended. She kisses him.

"No more happy tears, they'll confuse me." He waves his hand like it will make it so "… hard enough as it is…" and she wipes her tears away. "As I was saying, I have a general knowledge, but I don't care about that as much as I care about a knowledge of you." He places a kiss on her forehead. "What makes you happy," he pinches her nipple "what drives you insane," he kisses her, "what turns you on?

He motions to the bed and she hops on it.

"So tonight I'm going to learn a little bit more about you."

…

He has to be torturing her.

He had started with her fingertips, moving his way up to her shoulder before starting on the other arm. He kept her on the edge. He then re-started at her knees, kissing and licking all the way up until she was nothing but goo. He let his hands hold and caress her while he licked and kissed up to the top of her thighs.

Now he trails his tongue across her bikini line as his hands hold her hips down. She pants and sweats as if she had run miles even though she never left the bed. Her hands were clutching his sheets and her she was about to bite her lip off. He stops and she feels a spasm run through her that causes her to twitch.

"Ah, ah, ah," he chides as he pushes his hands down firmly, his breath rolling over her most sensitive spot. "I've tried oral stimulation already, so you'll have to wait for that." She tightens her hold and rolls her hips up, pushing against his hands and almost meeting his face. "You're so desperate for me." He smirks as he lets his tongue continue towards her. She lets out a gasp and he moves his right hand to her, his fingers trace lazily on their way to her.

"Sheldon!" He pauses, so enamored with the sound that he debates giving in, but she will cum on his tongue many times in the future. Today she would cum on his fingers as he pumps her. He listens to her whine with satisfaction.

"Oh, God." He lets his finger slide along her lips as he props himself on his left elbow. She whines his name and he brings his finger to his lips to lick them. "Please." She begs and Sheldon feels his whole body hum in response.

"Please?" he repeats letting his now wet finger trace her.

"Sheldon, please," He shifts as he stares up at her, his cock twitching against his bed sheets. He lets his finger press gently between her lips and she spreads her legs even more, as if it would suck him in.

"Please, what?" he encourages as he brings the finger to his mouth craving her. He places his pointer in his mouth and sucks lightly closing his eyes.

"Oh my god." He hears Amy suck in a quivering breath. "please touch me Sheldon." He opens his eyes again and moves his shoulder against her leg.

"But I am touching you." She whines, and it sounds just as glorious as it did last time. "Play with me Sheldon!" He decides he wants to see her face the most, so he crawls over her as his finger brushes against her shaved lips. He stares at her, taking everything in, from the color of her cheeks, cornflower lilac, to her parted lips and the way her eyes stare into his.

"I've been playing with you for almost an hour now."

Amy lets her fingers pull his hair as she kisses him. She moans out again as he moves his hand away to rest by her face and hold him up and his hips back and forth to rub himself against her. She arches up into him and he continues to slowly grind against her. She can feel herself tightening like a coil. Every breath against her skin or touch, sigh or kiss is driving her crazy.

"I want you." He smirks and moves against her again.

"You have me." Her cheeks turn into poppy red, darkening and yet becoming more vibrant. Her eyes seem to sharpen and he watches her small transformation.

"I want you inside of me Sheldon," her voice comes out more confidently, despite the whimper that followed it. "I want you to imprint your headboard into your wall." She knocks Sheldon's smirk off of his face with her words. His hand finds hers and intertwines their fingers as he lets out a breath. Her other hand splays across his lower back. "But first, I want you to use your fingers to bring me to orgasm."

Sheldon pulls back a bit, he feels wild and reckless and out of control. His breathing is rushing towards erratic. His pulse is too high for him to take right now. He can hear his heartbeat and feel it pounding in his head. His mouth feels dry and his throat is closing. Amy's eyes have closed and she moves her hand causing fire to spread across his back. He feels like he's shaking.

"Do you need me to go into specifics, sir?" she teases and he closes his eyes and clenches his fist.

He needs order.

He pulls back further and she opens her eyes to stare at him. He is sitting on the side of her now, just looking. She doesn't move towards him, knowing something is off. She doesn't know how to comment on it so she chooses not to. She knows how tense she is, and how much she needs this orgasm, but if Sheldon was in any was uncomfortable, she would be the first to stop any and all of this. Sheldon feels his throat loosen. His fogged mind starts clearing a bit. See? Nothing happens that he doesn't want.

He needs rules.

"Close your eyes." It's a simple request, but watching her do it without question helps the pounding in his head. This is good. All good. Amy feels his fingers on her forehead; they trail down her face, over her nose, cheeks and lips. She keeps her eyes closed and lets Sheldon do what he needs to do to regain his confidence.

He needs control.

His fingers continue down until they stop at the base of Amy's throat. Sheldon can breathe again, and he feels the calm rush over him. In his slight panic he lost his desire, but he feels it coming back to him now. It is crashing over him. Building up. This desire to have her could be the end of him. Amy swallows as his fingers stay around her throat. She lifts her chin slightly, offering her neck and shuddering, because this is the most frightening and arousing thing she's ever experienced. She wishes she could see his face and reactions to this, to her, but Sheldon needs her to have her eyes closed. She can do that. She's offering this to him because she doesn't know what he wants, but he can have everything.

This needs to be at his pace.

He takes her thundering pulse from her throat and lets his fingers continue down her chest, stopping and receding only after they reach her belly button. She won't move. This is all at his pace. He nods to himself as he reaches for her and pulls back, before moving to be over her again and using his hand to cup her head and bring her up a bit to kiss him. She responds in kind and he is able to continue right where he left off a few minutes ago. She'll ask him later, when all is said and done, and maybe he'll be able to honestly confess, but as of now, she wraps her arms around him and kisses him as if she were made for it. She understands. Amy is kind and patient and understanding, even now, here, she is giving and giving and maybe, one day, he will be able to give her enough back.

Oh what a wonderful woman Amy has to be, in order to accept all the different sides of him. To surrender her control to him like this. There will be no other like her, ever. With her he is safe from everyone, including the worst monster, the one tucked inside his brain. With her, he is better. He is in control of his universe with her, and he always will be.

TDS: Please, Please let me know what you think of this! More Plotline to come soon, I promise.