CHAPTER 27

Upon getting home, Sheldon and Amy said goodbye to Martina, and then she climbed the stairs to the fifth floor. "I hope Mattias's home; I'd like to borrow a… book", Martina told them. "See you guys soon!"

Mattias and Martina had been very supportive with Sheldon and Amy during the last weeks. They certainly missed their friends a lot; not having anyone close to them in Stockholm was hard. Fortunately they had each other.

"Amy, I have to say I found it extremely outrageous, the way you asked such a private question to Martina", Sheldon said as he placed his windbreaker jacket in the back of a chair.

"What question? What do you mean?", Amy asked, pretending she didn't understand him.

"Your question about ... coitus, of course!", it was impossible for Sheldon to utter those words without blushing.

"Well Sheldon, it's been a long time since you and did... it", Amy whispered as she bit her lower lip, sheepishly. "Also, I needed to make sure that coitus isn't risky, if it happens eventually, and I hope it does happen… soon!" Amy played seductively with a lock of her long hair.

For Sheldon, inexplicably room temperature seemed to rise with each passing minute. Amy was right; it had actually been a long time, more than nine endless weeks, since they shared their first experience in which none of them knew what to do.

After that time, Sheldon and Amy had been separated, at first by the distance of an ocean between them, and then, when he finally managed to reunite with her, they had to leave that issue aside for the safety of Amy and their little homo novus.

"I know Martina said you could resume your normal activities, but I don't want to force any situation between us. We can take it slowly and rationally, there is no reason to rush this, I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything"; Sheldon confessed as he sat next to Amy on the couch.

As always, Sheldon's brilliant mind prevented him from acting spontaneously. The rigorous methodology of his thought, made it difficult for him to feel without thinking.

"Sheldon, I've confirmed in recent weeks, and even more so since you're here with me, that the hormonal overload of pregnancy has a significant effect on women's libido. You don't know how hard it's been for me, trying to contain my most primal impulses when I'd like to devour you as a hungry lioness devours a helpless antelope".

Sheldon opened his antelope eyes widely, imagining that mental scene that Amy's confession brought to his mind. Although he'd maintained an irreproachable behavior during his first fifteen days in Stockholm, he couldn't deny that being so close to Amy, triggered certain physiological responses that were almost inevitable for a man.

In these two weeks and especially when they went to bed together, Sheldon had to use his Vulcan meditation techniques and all his power of concentration to prevent that Amy notices, how his body reacted to the touch of her skin, the feeling of her lips against his, with that caramel apple taste, or the scent of her hair.

Sheldon had taken so many cold showers these days: and to make things worse, having his right hand in a cast, wasn't of any help. His own thoughts made him blush. "Vixen!"

"Amy, I understand you have your urges, just like me. It's not necessary to describe them with metaphors including elements of wildlife." Sheldon's face couldn't be redder. "And ... if we both agree on this, then ... how would you like us to proceed?".

Just Sheldon said this, and Amy brought her lips to his, when he was feeling the heat of his girlfriend's breath, he joined her in a kiss, so eager and passionate.

Amy put her hands behind Sheldon's neck, stroking softly, as if she were giving him, one of her famous massages. When their need for air was stronger, they were forced to break that kiss. Finally the rhythm of their breathing found some stability, and Amy explored with her lips, the space between Sheldon's neck and shoulder, sending a jolt to his entire body.

"Hee hee", Sheldon giggled in a lovely way. "That tickles!"

Sheldon gently placed his hands on Amy's waist, resuming their kiss with more energy if possible. Now, his lips wandered for Amy's skin, from her face, to her neck, to a space between her collarbones, of which Sheldon was particularly fond. Amy moaned almost inaudibly.

"Sheldon ... do you remember that you asked me what a hickey was?. Well, I think you just leave me one right here. "Amy pointed with her index finger to a small bruise on her neck.

"Oh Amy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" Sheldon was concerned when he saw the reddish-purple marks on Amy's fair skin.

"No, you didn't hurt me, in fact, and for future reference: I loved it!", Amy shouted as she hugged him tightly. Without wasting time, they continued with that kiss.

With the new confidence that the predisposition of Amy offered him, Sheldon continued the tour of his hands on her body. This time, he reached under her blouse, feeling the smooth skin of her back, and noting with surprise the absence of a piece of lingerie.

"Amy, you're not wearing a bra!". Sheldon jumped as if he felt an electric shock.

Amy blushed, shyly. One of the changes that her body had experienced with pregnancy was the slightly painful congestion of her breasts. That morning, when she was getting ready for her appointment with Dr. Martina Lundqvist; Amy realized that her bras seemed to have shrunk. They squeezed her breasts, so uncomfortably, that she was unable to wear them. It was time to buy new underwear, more comfortable for her changing anatomy.

"Although I've always appreciated the support that a good bra gives to my breasts, today, the increased sensitivity and pain I felt on my chest, probably due to the effect of prolactin and progesterone, made me desist from wearing one (bra)";Amy admitted, hoping this confession doesn't diminish Sheldon's passion.

"Aw Amy!. Why didn't you tell me?. We should've told Martina during your prenatal visit!" Sheldon looked upset.

"No, it's just a minor discomfort, this a normal change of pregnancy, especially common in the first three months", Amy thought this wasn't an important issue.

"And, how do you feel now? Do your breasts hurt?", Sheldon asked her.

"Well, just a little; as I said before, it's more like a congestion", Amy realized that Sheldon's enthusiasm was suddenly gone.

"Amy, do you think a massage would help you to relieve all the stress and congestion you're feeling?", Sheldon questioned with a smirk.

"I guess it would be a matter of trying", Amy replied with a seductive smile.

With great care and delicacy, Sheldon began stroking Amy's breasts with his left hand, over the thin fabric of her blouse. She shivered at the contact. The increased sensitivity perceived in that area, rapidly distributed that stimulus throughout her body, like a pleasure wave.

Sheldon closed his eyes, feeling in his hand, that symmetry in the roundness of Amy's forms. Maybe Amy had gained a size or two of her bust. Sheldon's eidetic memory never failed him.

Amy started another kiss on those thin and irresistible lips of her boyfriend. The answer of her body when she felt the touch of his fingertips was immediate. Her nipples, more sensitive than ever, rose above the rest of her skin. She felt her knees go weak.

Excitement was building up on Sheldon's body. Gradually Amy's resistance gave up, and she lay on the couch, feeling how Sheldon's pelvis constantly pressed on her hips, with an uncontrollable pace.

"Should we go to the bedroom?", Sheldon asked when he recovered his breath. He got up from the couch.

"Yes, we should!" Amy replied as she took Sheldon's hand, helping her to get up from the couch. She straightened her clothes and they headed towards the bedroom.

Summer had begun and the room was completely lit by the sunlight, despite being almost seven pm. They sat on the bed, exchanging kisses on all the exposed areas of their bodies.

Sheldon took up his position, lying on top of Amy, facing each other. Awkwardly he tried to support his weight on his arms but having his right hand immobilized with a cast was very inconvenient at the time. Amy helped him get rid of his shirts, exposing his bare chest. He was breathing heavily.

Sheldon unbuttoned Amy's blouse and it slipped gently down her shoulders. His pupils dilated when he contemplated what he'd been merely feeling before.

"Eh ... actually ... they are quite bigger ... than before", he stammered, enthralled by the beauty of her curves.

"Yes, like I said, I don't have a bra that fits", Amy said with honesty. "I'm starting to feel like a Holstein-Friesian cow". Amy was truly embarrassed.

"Actually, I think I could get used to this, very easily", Sheldon replied while, continuing what he started.

Dozens of kisses and caresses went back and forth between Amy and Sheldon. He couldn't wait any more and removed those pants that kept him firmly imprisoned. Amy collaborated with him, by unzipping her skirt, which in a few second slid down her legs.

His restless hands flowed over the soft skin of Amy's chest and belly, until they reached a point between her navel and her pubic bone. "Ahh!", Amy sighed softly when touched on that spot.

Masterfully, Sheldon's hands continued their journey over the thin fabric of her underwear, feeling the warm wetness that soaked that area. Sheldon's long fingers caressed her inner thighs as Amy moaned again, even more intensely. Being completely exposed, the lasts clothes that stood between them fell to the floor.

"Do you really think this is safe?", Sheldon questioned again, his mind was always in doubt, but his body was about to position itself in the space between Amy's thighs.

"Well ... I'm already pregnant so ..." Amy left the sentence unfinished. She closed her eyes, feeling Sheldon lips kissing her, until she was breathless.

With their bodies together in a rhythmic bliss, Amy couldn't believe that in this third time, the sensation of his impressive masculinity inside her, was even greater than in the first two occasions.

"Ohh, Sheldon! Oh God, it feels so good!". Amy thought she would lose consciousness at any time. "No way! This isn't real!" She repeated herself as she felt that her release was so close. "Don't stop! Please!"

Sheldon obediently follow her orders, smiling in a captivating way. Amy couldn't hold anymore that liberating explosion in her center. She sighed, "Ahh, Sheldon, that was so ... I don't know how to … describe this. I think that pregnancy induced vasodilation in certain areas of my body, should be responsible for this effect"; Amy admitted a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I think this isn't over yet!", Sheldon smirked as he continued his relentless movement. For someone who failed PE (Gym Class), he had high stamina.

Regaining her strength, Amy changed her position, and straddled his stunned boyfriend, who leaned on the back of the bed as he felt her hips going up and down against his. The view was glorious.

After a few minutes, Sheldon felt his own climax was coming, Amy could feel it too. Pressing their lips she kissed him affectionately, when she finally received that warmth sensation inside her folds.

"Oh, Dear Lord! Amy that was really intense!". Sheldon wiped away the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, intense and ... multiple", Amy was blushing.

Sheldon smirked, he cupped Amy's chin and kissed her again.

"I'm so hungry, I think that's a side effect of making love", Sheldon mumbled unexpectedly.

Amy realized it was the first time that Sheldon used those words: "making love".

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, remember this fanfic is M rated, for certain reasons, and the truth is, it was about time.