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Dormus Interruptus.
Chapter 3
As they stood in the shower, Amy looked across at Sheldon, admiring his tall, slim, but surprisingly muscular body.
"You know" she said, "I can't help feeling we've missed a step".
Sheldon looked at her, his gaze fixed on two beautifully curved orbs of flesh, with dark buds projecting from them.
Swallowing hard, he nodded, "I know what you mean".
"So" she replied, "shall we cover that step now?"
Unable to avert his gaze, he gulped again "What, here?"
"It doesn't have to be here" she replied. "We could do it in bed, if you prefer".
Feeling the weakness in his knees, he mumbled "I think I'd prefer the bed, if you don't mind".
"Bed it is" she replied. "Now could you give me a hand washing my hair?"
"Squeezing shampoo into his hands, he began massaging it through her hair, the foam running over her shoulders, down the curves of her breasts, and over her nipples, to drip into the shower tray.
"There you go" he said, "All nice and clean". Turning to face him, Amy leaned backward, ducking her head under the shower spray, to rinse her hair, her breasts moving closer to him.
Sheldon almost reached out and touched them, but he knew if he did, his legs would give way under him, and he would end up in a heap on the floor.
Once they were both clean, Sheldon turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel each, to dry themselves.
Arriving in the bedroom, they sat on the bed facing one another, all thoughts of clothing forgotten.
"So" she began, "how do you want to do this? Step by step, or straight in?"
Sheldon stared at the exquisite sight before him, both breasts beautiful smooth, with just a few freckles on the upper slopes, and a brown bud standing out from each one, tempting him to taste them.
He wasn't sure why, but this step seemed more frightening than having his finger inside her. Perhaps it was that they were beginning from a 'standing start' as it were, or maybe it was because they were completely naked.
"Oh, what the hell" he thought, "I'm only touching her skin".
"Straight in" he declared.
Reaching his right hand forward, he gently cupped her left breast. It was soft and warm, but it felt denser and heavier than he had expected.
He ran his thumb across the surface of the skin, and Amy flinched slightly.
Dropping her breast, he asked "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No" she replied, "I'm just a little ticklish". Pausing for thought, she said "I'm thinking it might be easier if I lie down".
Reaching across, she grabbed Sheldon's pillow, and put it on top of her own. Resting back on them, she was in a half sitting position, able to see what was going on.
"OK" she said, "do you want to try again?"
With a nod, he reached out and stroked his fingertips across the skin of her breast. "Oh, that's better" he announced.
As he ran his fingers over her skin, he paused with his thumb over her nipple, then gave the tip a tentative stroke.
With a gasp, Amy flinched back, as though she'd been electrocuted. "It's OK" she reassured, "sensitive nipples".
For some reason, Sheldon got a fit of the giggles, and the tension was gone. Suddenly feeling more relaxed, he stroked his thumb over the nipple again, feeling it harden under his touch.
Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue across it. "Wow" she said, "you're a fast worker".
Pulling his head back, Sheldon said "I'm sorry". Amy replied "Don't apologize. Keep going".
Dipping his head forward again, he gave the nipple another lick, then he put his mouth to it and gave it a little kiss.
Amy began to breath in gasps, and her nipple jiggled between his lips.
Closing his lips around it, he sucked and it was in his mouth. It tasted delicious and, still sucking, he flicked his tongue across it, as Amy squirmed under him.
Getting more adventurous, he trapped it between his teeth and closed them gently onto it.
"Ouch". Releasing his teeth, he jerked his head back. "Too hard?" he asked. Rubbing it, Amy replied, "Sensitive nipples, remember".
Sitting up, she said "Your turn".
As he lay back, he braced himself, then, a moment later, he felt her lips encircle his nipple, and a tension rose in his loins. As she sucked on it, he felt himself begin to harden.
Catching sight of his growing arousal, in the corner of her eye, she raised her head and looked at it directly.
"Well, you seem to be enjoying it". Sheldon nodded, his breathing labored. "Very much" he gasped.
"OK" she replied, then dipping her head down again, she put her mouth to the other nipple, giving it a tiny nibble.
Sheldon flinched, so she paused. "Too much?" she asked.
"I'll let you know when it's too much" he replied.
With that assurance, Amy went to town, licking, sucking and nibbling, all the while Sheldon gasping and squirming under her ministrations.
As she sucked on his nipple, she reached across and took hold of him, gently stroking him, as he became harder in her hand.
Unable to believe he could tolerate so much sensation, she broke off from the sucking, to glance at his face. His eyes were clamped shut, and his jaw was clenched tight.
"Are you sure you're OK? she asked, genuine concern in her voice.
"Oh God yes" he gasped through clenched teeth. Dipping her head down once more, she captured his nipple again, sucking hard.
He began jerking in her hand, and Amy stopped pumping him, as he erupted, splashing onto her belly and chest.
She continued sucking his nipple, even as he pulsed in her hand.
As his breathing steadied, she let go of him and raised her head from his chest.
Looking down at her body, she announced "Time for another shower, I think".
After the shower, they sat on the bed again.
Sheldon leant her back against the pillows. "What are you doing? She asked.
"Making sure you get your full quota" he replied.
Trying to sit up again, Amy replied "It doesn't matter". "Yes it does" he said, "Now lie down and relax".
Trapping her left nipple between his lips, he flicked his tongue across it, then sucked it into his mouth, pulsing the suction as though he were drinking through a straw. With his left hand, he reached across and squeezed her right breast, then, using his index finger and thumb, he pinched her nipple, squeezing and rolling it.
Amy let out a deep groan and Sheldon thought "Bingo". He'd found her triggers.
Continuing to suck with his mouth, he rolled and squeezed the other nipple, and Amy shuddered under him.
Letting go of her nipple, he plunged his hand to her center, slipping a finger inside her, while using his thumb to massage her nub.
As Amy began to jerk and thrash under him, he bit down gently on her nipple.
Thrashing uncontrollably, she gasped out his name "Sheldonnn".
As she climaxed, he took his hand from between her legs, but continued to nibble on her nipple, until the thrashing began to reduce.
With one final hard suck, he lifted his mouth from her breast and looked down at the mass of quivering flesh and bones that was his girlfriend.
Amy lay there, her breathing still rapid and deep, a pink blush on her neck and upper chest.
Finally, as her breathing settled back to normal, she looked across at Sheldon. "Oh my God" she said, "That was incredible".
Sheldon looked back at her, the memory of his beautiful girlfriend, bucking and thrashing under his hands and mouth, forever imprinted on his memory.
Grinning with pride, he replied, "It was pretty incredible, wasn't it?"
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As they lay in bed, cuddling close to one another, Sheldon let out a contented sigh. "Amy" he said, "I'd like to cuddle again tonight, if that's OK?"
"Are you sure?" she replied, "you know what happened the first time we cuddled overnight".
"I know" he said, "but I'm not worried about that any more. Nothing that happens between us, will ever embarrass me again".
Laying her head on his chest, Amy listened to the steady beat of his heart and, closing her eyes, she began to drift off to sleep.
"Amy" he asked, "Will you teach me how to kiss you?"
Tilting her head upward, she gazed into his cobalt blue eyes, "You kiss me all the time".
"I know" he replied, "but I don't kiss you properly, like Leonard and Penny, and Howard and Bernadette kiss".
"I'm sorry Sheldon" Amy replied, "but I don't know any more about it than you do".
Sheldon thought for a moment, "So, if I don't know how to do it, and you don't know how to do it, how will we know when we get it right?"
"Good question" she replied, "but I don't think there's any right or wrong way to do it".
With a grin, Amy went on, "I suggest we just keep trying, until we find something we both find very enjoyable".
"That could take months" he said.
Liking her lips, she winked at him and replied "I'm in no hurry to stop experimenting".