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The Heat Of Passion.
Chapter 3
Blinking his eyes open, Sheldon cuddled Amy. She was now laying face down, her head nuzzling into his neck, her body draped half across him, her left leg laying between his.
Glancing at the clock, he saw there was about three minutes to the alarm, so he used his free hand to turn it off.
He stroked Amy's hair and she roused, to place a kiss on his neck, then, lifting her head, she smiled at him, murmuring "good morning".
Briefly kissing her on the lips, Sheldon replied "morning. Palm Springs day".
"So it is" she grinned, "race you to the shower", rolling from him and scrambling from the bed.
Massaging shampoo through her hair, Sheldon sensed something wasn't quite right with Amy. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine" she replied, in a rather lackluster voice.
Convinced that, despite her assurance, there was something wrong, he pressed her, "Please tell me what's wrong?"
"Well" she began, biting her lip, "I didn't want to mention it, but I feel our intimacy is a bit lop-sided".
Sheldon frowned, "I'm trying my best Amy, honestly I am".
"No" she assured him, "you're doing really well. It's me who isn't keeping up my end of the bargain".
Sheldon looked confused, "I love everything we do. What's wrong with that?"
With a sigh, Amy explained "You've done so much for me, and I've managed a couple of lousy hand jobs".
Sheldon flinched at the term 'hand jobs'. Penny was definitely having a negative effect on her, what with the heavy wine drinking, and the coarsening language.
"I love them" he assured her, "they're amazing".
"Really?" she replied, grimacing, "you even have to tell me how to do them. 'faster', 'tighter'. Let's face it, I'm not very good at it. I didn't have to tell you what to do. You got it right straight away".
"Look Amy" he assured, "I'm very happy with how things are. Two weeks ago, we were doing none of this, and now, it's mind blowing". Gently shaking his head, he reassured her, "trust me, I'm more than satisfied".
Rinsing the shampoo from her hair, Amy moved to stand behind Sheldon, stroking his back with shower gel covered hands, then, moving round in front of him, she grasped him, stroking him, the soap letting him slip easily through her hand, teasing and caressing him, the slippery feeling pushing him quickly toward his climax.
Feeling himself teetering on the edge, he wanted to tell her tighter, but he resisted the temptation, letting her keep stroking until, finally, he erupted onto her stomach, his essence running down her slippery wet skin.
She sat on the edge of the bed, Sheldon kneeling behind her, drying her back in long, lazy strokes, then moving to her sides, the fluffy warm towel caressing her flesh, Sheldon inhaling the heady aroma, of freshly washed, cherry scented hair.
When they were both dry, they dressed, light and casual, Amy in a T-Shirt and shorts, Sheldon in a T-Shirt and loose fitting, light colored pants.
After a breakfast of cereal, made with 2% milk, they loaded their suitcases into the trunk of Amy's car, and set off for Palm Springs. It was a hot day in Glendale, and the weather forecast predicted record temperatures in Palm Springs.
An hour or so into the journey, Amy pulled over at a filling station, to use the bathroom and buy some cold cans of soda.
Paying for them, she slipped the change into her shorts pocket and made her way back to the car, to find Sheldon standing by the drivers door, a look of anticipation on his face. "Amy" he asked, "could I try driving?"
Amy gave him a wary look, "You know this is a stick shift, don't you?"
"I do" he confirmed, "but it's a straight road, so what better place to try?"
Pursing her lips, she agreed, "OK, let's give it a go".
Adjusting the mirrors, Sheldon fired up the engine and popped the transmission into first, then he let the clutch in and, with a rush, they were off.
Knocking it smartly into second, and accelerating, Sheldon smiled, Amy, eyes widening, asking "where did you learn to drive like this?"
With a grin, he announced "Bazinga. I've been taking lessons with a driving school. I got my license two weeks ago".
With a fake look of anger, Amy cursed him, "You swine. You'll pay for that Doctor Cooper, when we get to Palm Springs".
Shifting neatly into third, then fourth, Sheldon flashed her a quick grin and, raising an eyebrow, asked "is that a promise?"
Holding a steady fifty five, they swept along the freeway, chatting, the worries of work and home left far behind.
The sun reaching it's highest point, they swept past a signpost announcing two miles to Palm Springs.
Amy was about to advise him on how to leave the freeway, then she remembered he had a full license.
Pulling into the parking lot, Sheldon turned off the engine and declared "I really enjoyed that. I think I want a car of my own".
With a grin, he asked "Now, about me paying for that Bazinga. Would you settle for an oral apology?"
Licking her lips, Amy asked "are you a mind reader?"
-o-o-o-o-
Opening the door to their motel room, Amy pushed the suitcases into the room and relocked the door.
Puzzled, Sheldon asked "Shouldn't we be on the inside?"
"Nope" she replied with a grin, "first a long walk, to get us nice and hot and sweaty, then we'll pick up some ice cream".
"It's not me who gets turned on by the heat" Sheldon accused, eyes wide, "It's you!"
"Not complaining are we Doctor Cooper? "Amy asked, Running her tongue around her lips.
"Absolutely not" he assured her, "Let's go get hot and sweaty".
Sitting under a parasol, at a table outside a bar, Sheldon swallowed a mouthful of his ice cold soda, then he stretched, releasing the tension in his shoulders.
Taking him by the hand, Amy declared "I think we're hot enough now. Let's go and sort out those stiff shoulders of yours".
Picking up a tub of ice cream, they made their way back to their hotel room, where Sheldon busied himself unpacking, while Amy went to use the bathroom, returning two minutes later, an excited smile on her face, to announce "take a look at this bath. It's huge".
Glancing in the bathroom, Sheldon's eyes lit up at the possibilities, then, looking briefly at one another, Amy turned on the taps, before grabbing the hem of his T-Shirt, Sheldon raising his arms for her to whip it over his head, her lips instantly surrounding his right nipple, tasting the heat and saltiness, sucking it into her mouth, to pinch and tease it with her teeth, Sheldon hardening against her.
The bath filled with warm water, they stepped into it, sitting facing one another, then Amy slid under the water, rinsing her body and hair, and rising into Sheldon's arms, her wet breast slipping against his chest.
Separating from her, Sheldon leaned forward to lick the water from her skin, his tongue dragging across her left nipple, lapping the drip of water from it, Amy instinctively grasping his arousal under the water, stroking it gently, Sheldon twitching and jerking with each stroke, the water intensifying the sensations.
Letting go of him, with a grin Amy slid away, then, leaning back against the sloping end of the bath, she stroked him with her foot, and Sheldon almost came, his breath sucking in, in a gasp.
Trapping him between her feet, she used the soles to stoke and tease him, until he could stand it no more, gasping "enough".
With a grin, Amy asked "It was that good?"
Raising his eyebrows, Sheldon asked "Want to try?"
With a nod, Amy lay back in the bath, closing her eyes, awaiting the first touch, her heart racing, then it came, the feeling of Sheldon's wet foot grazing across her folds, and Amy stiffened, her eyes opening wide, she groaned "Oh God" through gritted teeth, Sheldon still stroking and teasing with his foot, Amy teetering on the edge.
Feeling Sheldon push the tip of his toe between her swollen lips, she crashed over the edge, her thighs closing to trap his foot between them, spiraling into a mind blowing climax, her head swimming from the sensation.
She lay there, her breasts heaving, Sheldon's eyes fixed on them, until, her breathing slowing, she glanced at his arousal, hard as ever under the water.
Her mind in overdrive, she ordered "Bed, NOW". Surprised and aroused by Amy's commanding voice, Sheldon scrambled from the bath, Amy two steps behind him, catching him as he entered the bedroom, grabbing him by the shoulder, spinning him round and pushing him onto the bed.
Before her nerves got the better of her, she quickly knelt on the floor, resting her hands on Sheldon's inner thighs, then she plunged her head onto him, taking him into her mouth, the shock, heat and wetness causing him to inhale sharply, gasping "Oh God Amy".
Flicking her tongue along the underside, she stroked her lips back and forward along him, Sheldon's back arching off the mattress, as he headed toward his climax, until, his loins twisting, he teetered on the edge.
Sensing he was near, Amy grabbed him by the base, surrounding him with her hot hand, and, in time with her mouth, pumped him, until, just a few strokes later, she felt him pulse.
She intended to pull her head away but, feeling him pulse, she changed her mind and kept him in her mouth, as he spilled into her, swallowing down, as fast as she could.
Feeling his final pulse, she pulled her mouth from him, kneeling between his legs, her head slumped forward, her breathing fast and labored.
Her breathing finally slowing, she raised herself up, to look at him, a smile of delight on her face.
"Are you OK?" he asked, "I really wasn't expecting that".
"Me neither" she confessed, a huge smile on her face, "I didn't plan to do it, but it was actually very pleasurable. I didn't think it would be, but it was".
With a grin, he announced "Your turn". Lifting herself from her knees, she crawled onto the bed alongside him, Sheldon instantly rolling her onto her back.
Dropping onto his stomach, he dipped his head between her legs, kissing around her inner thighs, circling them, then dragging his tongue across the hot flesh, finally reaching her slick folds.
Pausing for a moment, his labored breath teasing and tormenting them, he pushed the tip of his tongue into her, tasting her hot wetness, savoring the sweet taste, then he flicked it in and out, stroking her walls, Amy gasping and moaning, jerking and driving herself against his mouth, as Sheldon lapped and sucked at her.
Lifting his mouth from her, he slipped a finger in, then another, bending them forward, probing her front wall, searching for a tiny rough spot, closing his eyes to concentrate, then, finding it, he began a tiny 'come hither' gesture, teasing and stroking it.
Feeling Sheldon stroke her G Spot, Amy almost came. Her mouth clamped shut, breathing through her nose, she whimpered from the rollercoaster of sensations she was riding.
She began to shake uncontrollably, balancing on the very edge, then her walls tightened around Sheldon's fingers, and her orgasm rolled through her like a tidal wave.
Pulling his fingers from her, he pressed his mouth to her nub, sucking at it, flicking his tongue across it, her body still trembling, then she stopped trembling and went limp.
For two seconds, Sheldon was in a panic, staring at his girlfriend, laying motionless, then her eyes opened, and she stared at him.
Giving him a questioning look, she asked "What happened?"
"Thank goodness you are alright" Sheldon said, relief sweeping over him, "you passed out".
Cursing the slow WiFi, Sheldon hunched over his Ipad, waiting for the page to load.
Rolling her eyes, Amy assured him "I'm fine. I'm sure it was just the intensity of the sensations".
The page finally loading, Sheldon scanned the article, quoting briefly from it "as people become sexually aroused, their breath shortens and quickens. For some, their breathing becomes so rapid that they hyperventilate".
Pausing, he speed read the next paragraph, before going on "sexual arousal causes blood to flow from the brain to the genitals. This may produce an altered state of awareness or, some say, a true loss of consciousness".
"I could've told you that" she informed him, shaking her head, "as a biologist, I know all about hyperventilation and blood flow. Now let's have another bath, then go for a walk, or maybe a swim".
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The sun dipping below the horizon, they wandered into a bar, to sit at the counter. Ordering herself a Pina Colada, Amy asked him "Diet Coke?"
Glancing around the room, his eyes caught sight of an orange colored cocktail, a lady at the other end of the bar was drinking. "I think I'll try one of those".
Amy's jaw dropped. "Sheldon, that's a Tequila Sunrise. Are you sure?"
"Yes" he replied, "it looks yummy".
With a shrug, she announced "What the hell, we're here to let our hair down".
Lifting the glass to his lips, Sheldon took a sip, paused to judge the taste, then he tipped the glass up, downing half of the drink in one swallow.
"That's delicious" he announced. Smacking his lips, he declared "I'll have another one please".
By the time he'd finished his third, he was beginning to slur his words, and the bartender was giving them dagger looks.
Slipping her shoulder under his arm, Amy encouraged him from his stool, and led him out of the bar, into the warm night.
They weaved along the street, until they reached their hotel room. Leaning him against the doorframe, she searched in her pockets for the key, then, finding it, opened the door and guided him in, depositing him on the bed.
Pulling his shoes off, she unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and off, then his underpants, and finally his T-Shirt.
Quickly stripping, throwing her clothes on the floor, she climbed into bed alongside him.
Turning to face her, he kissed her briefly, the taste of the drinks on his lips, then he looked her in the eyes, trying to pull his own into focus. "Amy" he said, "let me make love to you".
Amy lay there in stunned silence. She knew Sheldon was in no state to make a rational decision, but she'd waited so long for this moment, she was loathe to pass it up.
Unable to make a decision, she took the only course of action she could think of.
Slipping out of bed, she told Sheldon "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back".
Taking her phone from her shorts pocket, she padded into the bathroom, glancing back to see him laying on his back, his head propped against the headboard, watching her leave the room.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, she called up the contacts list. Searching under 'P', she selected 'Penny' and dialed.
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Blinking awake, Penny asked "Yours or mine?"
Listening for a moment, Leonard confirmed "Yours", then, turning his back, he pulled the covers over his head, to drown out the conversation he knew was about to take place.
Glancing at the display, Penny put the phone to her ear, "Hi Ames, what's up?"
Listening for a moment, she told Amy, "You'll have to speak up, I can barely hear you".
Cursing under her breath, Amy repeated herself, a little louder, "I've got a problem. Sheldon wants to make love to me".
For a moment, Penny thought she'd misheard, but then she realized she'd heard correctly. "And that's a problem, how?"
Amy sighed, "Sheldon's drunk".
Penny asked "Sheldon wants you, and you want Sheldon, right? So what, if it takes a few drinks, to help it along?"
"You're right" Amy agreed, "it's not like it's some drunken one night stand. I'm going to do it".
"Good for you" Penny encouraged, "go get him".
Hanging up, Amy walked back into the bedroom, her stomach full of butterflies. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she examined Sheldon's eyes. He looked a little less drunk, than he had when they left the bar.
Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him deeply. Feeling him kissing her back, she reassured herself, that he was aware of what he was doing.
Running kisses along his jaw, she paused with her mouth next to his ear. Her breathing rapid, her voice cracking from excitement and nerves, she whispered "Yes Sheldon, make love to me".
Easing her backwards onto the mattress, he kissed down her throat and onto her chest, his mouth surrounding her left nipple, to suck it, his right hand stroking down her body and her stomach, pausing to momentarily tease her pubic hair, to finally cover her hot, slick folds, his movements hurried, but determined.
Taking his mouth from her nipple, he kissed her on the mouth, all the time easing his body over hers, until he was laying between her legs.
Her hands roving over his back, she closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, waiting for the feeling of Sheldon entering her, but nothing happened.
"Sheldon" she whispered, "are you awake?"
She couldn't see him because of the darkness, but she felt him nod, then he let out an exasperated sigh, "I can't get hard".
Cursing under her breath, she reassured him "It's OK Sheldon, I'll help".
Rolling him onto his back, she slid down the bed, taking him in her hand, gently stroking him, but there was barely a twitch.
Holding him by the base, she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking, while pumping him with her hand, but it was to no avail.
Finally giving up, she cuddled alongside him, her loins aching from the anticipation.
She lay there for ages, unable to sleep due to her frustration. When she was sure Sheldon was asleep, she stroked herself, teasing her nub, her mouth clamped shut to stifle her moans. Stroking two of her finger across her hot damp lips, she pressed inward, her breathing becoming shorter, her fingers stroking in and out, until she came undone, the sexual tension flowing from her body like a waterfall.
Cuddling in behind Sheldon, she lay there, listening to his slow, deep breathing, then, matching her breathing to his, she slipped into a deep, restful sleep.