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Dormus Interruptus.
Chapter 2
"Uhm nice. Yes, don't stop. Oh God Sheldon, yes".
As she began to gently slip from her dream, Amy fought to stay in Sheldon's warm, comforting embrace. The things dream Sheldon could do to her were incredible.
Even as she reluctantly surrendered to consciousness, a gentle tingling of excitement remained in her loins.
It was then she realized she wasn't alone. There was a warm body pressed against her back, while something both soft and hard was gently rubbing against her.
Blinking her eyes open, Amy gathered the evidence, sifting it for a logical explanation. She came up with only one.
Sheldon was spooning her, while gently rubbing his arousal between her legs.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Sheldon was fast asleep.
As he continued to rub himself against her, a low moan escaped her throat, and Sheldon jerked himself awake. Seconds passed, then he whispered "I-I'm sorry".
Stretching, she drew herself from his body, and rolled to face him. He looked flustered, his cheeks tinged pink.
In a gentle, reassuring voice, Amy asked "Why sorry?"
Sheldon looked uncomfortable, "Well, I, er, well, erm".
Amy smiled at him, "Relax Sheldon, that was a lovely way to waken up".
"It was?" he asked.
"Of course it was" she replied, "You think you were the only one enjoying that?"
His cheeks flushing a deeper pink, he broke eye contact. Sheldon was adorable, when he was embarrassed.
Stretching again, she went to pull back the covers. Quick as a flash, Sheldon's hand shot out and captured hers, as he muttered "Please don't get up".
Relaxing back onto the bed, she said "Of course not. It's Sunday. We can stay here as long as you like".
"Thank you" he said, as he inched closer to her, to plant a gentle kiss on her lips, before rolling onto his back, to look at the ceiling.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitated, then clearing his throat, he said "Amy".
"Yes Sheldon?" There was a couple of seconds of silence, then he went on, his voice dropping in volume, "Amy, can I?", he cleared his throat again, "Amy, may I?"
Amy was on tenterhooks. "Sheldon" she said, "If you want something, just ask".
Taking a deep breath, he glanced across at her, and asked "May I look at you again?"
"You are looking at me". It was then she realized what he meant.
"Oh" she said, "I see what you mean".
She suddenly felt self-conscious. It was one thing flashing him on the spur of the moment, but it was quite a different thing to do it in cold blood, so to speak, but she had offered, and refusing would only fuel his already deep rooted hang-ups about sex.
Steadying her breathing, she drew back the covers and, untying the cord, she began slipping her pajama bottoms down.
She got them just past her knees, then she lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, trying not to think of him looking at her.
For a moment, she could hear nothing but her own heart pounding, then Sheldon's voice cut through, "It's beautiful".
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat. She'd never thought of her genitals as beautiful, but Sheldon clearly thought they were.
Lifting her head, she looked at him. His eyes were fixed, gazing at her exposed womanhood, a look of enthrallment on his face.
Her cheeks flushing pink, she asked "You really think so?"
"Oh yes" he breathed, "incredibly".
He lay there propped on one elbow, staring at her, a smile on his face, drinking in the image before him.
Suddenly, his hand was moving, faltering at first, then gradually faster, toward her.
She took in a deep gulp of breath, her heart in her mouth, as she braced for his touch.
As his hand got within a few inches of her, he froze, his hand visibly shaking, his eyes still fixed on the sight before him.
Silently she willed him on, but he still hesitated. "Sheldon" she breathed, "It's OK, you can touch me". Still he hesitated.
She lay there looking at him, her body trembling in anticipation. "Sheldon" she breathed again, "you can't take me this far and no further. Touch me!"
Millimeter by millimeter, Sheldon's hand crept closer, as Amy trembled, then his hand was on her. It was then she realized she wasn't breathing.
Letting out her breath with a gasp, she gulped in another lungful of air.
For a long moment, Sheldon's hand remained still, as he felt the heat of her, then he tentatively moved it, feeling the silky smooth hair.
A mixture of courage and curiosity pushing him on, he drew his fingertip along her lips, causing her to almost leap off the bed. She'd touched herself this way many times, but this wasn't her hand touching her, it was Sheldon's, and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.
He stroked his finger back and forth, a smear of slipperiness on his fingertip. Confidence building, he drew his fingertip back and forth several times, then hesitated in the middle, pressing gently downward, toward her center. He paused, unsure if he should go any further.
Amy lay there, her body charged with electricity, her mind a mass of feelings and sensations.
"Yes Sheldon, Yes" she urged.
He pressed down and his finger slipped between her lips and he was inside her.
The heat was intense and caught him off guard. For a moment he remained still, marveling at the heat and the slipperiness, then he began to move his finger in and out, as she squirmed under his touch.
Amy's hand joined his, her finger on her nub, then she began to rub it, a series of gasps escaping her mouth.
Taking her hand from her nub, she grabbed his hand, pulling his finger from inside her, and planted his hand where hers had just been.
"Do it" she gasped, "keep rubbing". Sheldon didn't need telling twice. He began rubbing, as Amy's body began to jerk in time with his rubbing.
Faster and faster he rubbed, as she teetered on the edge, twitching and jerking, then she tumbled over, spiraling into the most incredible orgasm she'd ever had.
She lay there twitching, waiting for the orgasm to slip through her body.
It was then she heard it, Sheldon's voice. Interspaced between gasps, she heard "I wanna come".
Turning to look at him, she realized he was in trouble. Lying on his back, he was frozen to the spot, twitching and jerking, unable to calm himself down, but unable to push himself over the edge.
Pulling on his pajama cord, undoing the bow it was tied in, she pulled the pajama bottoms down, just far enough to expose his erection.
Wrapping her hand around him, she began pumping. It only took a few strokes, before he erupted in her hand, his hot juices spraying onto her pajama top, a few drops landing on her cheek, as he shuddered and groaned through his climax.
She lay there on her back, exhausted from her own orgasm, waiting for Sheldon to come down from his.
"I'm sorry" he said.
She turned to look at him. He was looking back at her, a guilty look on his face, as he surveyed her pajamas.
"Relax Sheldon" she replied, "It won't do me any harm". Wiping her cheek with the bath towel, she went on "besides, it's supposed to be good for the complexion".
Pausing, she continued, "I suppose I should get a shower. Do you want to wash your hands first?
"Yes please" he replied.
As Sheldon washed his hands, Amy turned on the shower and began to unbutton her pajama top.
Sheldon asked "Are you sure you want to that, while I'm here?"
Amy smiled at him. "Given what just happened, I think we're past the bashful stage, don't you?"
As she shrugged off the pajama top, Sheldon stood there transfixed, his eyes roving over her naked breasts.
Dropping the pajama bottoms, she stood in front of him, completely naked.
"Care to join me?" she asks, gesturing toward the shower.
He stood there, clearly tempted. "I'll wait till you've finished".
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Swallowing hard, he flicked his eyes between the shower and the naked woman standing in front of him.
"Yes" was all he could say.
Stepping into the shower, Amy called, "If you change your mind, you know where to find me".
Leaving the bathroom, he made his way down the hall, toward his bedroom.
As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he paused. Turning, he returned to the bathroom, where he shed his pajamas.
Pulling back the shower curtain, he asked, "Room for one more?".
He gulped as Amy turned her soapy wet body toward him.
A cheeky grin on her face, she replied "I think I could squeeze you in".