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Dormus Interruptus.
Chapter 7
Jerking and thrashing, Amy felt herself uncoil, all the tension draining from her, as her climax ran through her body, until she slumped onto the mattress.
She lay there for several minutes, as Sheldon slowly kissed his way back up her body, pausing to kiss and nibble at her hardening nipples, sucking and gently biting at her neck and jaw line, then caressing her lips with his.
As he finally drew his lips from hers, she flicked her tongue across her own lips, strangely aroused by the taste of herself.
As they lay there, side by side, staring at the ceiling, their breathing slowing, Amy moaned "wow, Sheldon, that was incredible".
Turning on her side to face him, she watched his chest rising and falling with his breathing, then, crawling over to him, she flicked her tongue across his left nipple, feeling it harden under her touch, then sucking it into her mouth, to gently tease it with her teeth, causing Sheldon to inhale sharply.
Realizing this could be over rather quickly, she moved on from his super sensitive nipples, kissing down his chest, and along his tight abdomen, until she paused just above the patch of hair between his legs.
Steeling herself, she kissed downward along his left thigh, Sheldon's arousal stroking against her left cheek. Pausing, she took him in her hand, gently moving him to the side, so she could kiss his inner thigh.
As Amy grasped him in her hand, Sheldon felt the heat of her breath on the delicate skin of his inner thigh, then the silky softness of her hair dragged across his engorged head, causing him to twitch in her hand, as his body went rigid.
Pausing, her labored breath still teasing the skin of his inner thigh, she waited for him to stop twitching, then she brushed her lips against the base of his arousal, the heat of her breath exquisite torturing Sheldon's senses.
Sheldon held his breath and closed his eyes, anticipating the feel of Amy's hot and wet mouth, as it sheathed his throbbing manhood.
Seconds passed but there was no wetness, just the burning heat of her breath on his skin. With a jagged gasping, she raised her head from him, the heat of her replaced by the cool air of the bedroom.
Shaking and twitching, Amy rolled away, to lie on her side, looking away from. "I can't do this" she gasped.
Quick as a flash, Sheldon was by her side on the bed, sweeping her up into his arms, holding her tight. "It's OK" he reassured, "it's fine".
Tears of frustration welling in her eyes, she clung to him, feeling safe in his warm embrace, inhaling deeply the intoxicating and arousing blend of talc and Sheldon. "It's not OK" she gasped, "I'm sorry".
With sadness in his eyes, Sheldon stared at his beautiful girlfriend, as she gasped out her apology.
"Amy" he pleaded, "please don't cry." Putting his hand under her chin, he lifted her face to him and kissed away the salty tears one by one, until her body settled from its shaking.
Inhaling deeply, Amy said "I do want to do this Sheldon. I just can't".
"Shush" he replied, "I would never want you to do something you're not comfortable with".
"But you've done so many things for me" she countered.
"Trust me" he replied, "none of them made me uncomfortable".
"Honestly?" she asked. "Honestly" he replied, "you taste and feel amazing, and I love everything I do with you".
"Wow" Amy replied, "and I thought you did them to please me".
"I did" he replied, "but they pleased me too".
Wiping her eyes, she kissed him briefly on the mouth. "Thank you" she said, "for understanding. Now what is there I can I do, that you would enjoy?"
A smile flicking across her face, she announced "I know!".
Pushing him backward onto the bed, Amy straddled him, grasped his arousal and squatted over it, impaling herself on him, then leaning forward, she pressed her mouth onto his, opening her mouth to admit his tongue.
Their tongues entwining, she rocked herself back and forward along his body, feeling him move inside of her, the angle dragging him along her back wall.
Sitting up, she raised herself up and let herself down again, slowly and gently riding him, each stroke long and deep, then she swiveled herself round till she was facing away from him, giving Sheldon a magnificent view of her bottom, as it rose and fell in front of his eyes.
Putting his hands on her back, he encourage her forward. Sensing what he wanted, Amy tucked her knees under her and went onto all fours, Sheldon following her, staying inside her the whole time.
Squatting behind her, he began to stroke into her, her hot wet and tight walls sheathing him, sending wave after wave of electrifying sensations to his loins, as Amy supported herself on one hand, using her other hand to rub herself into a frenzy.
"Harder Sheldon" she moaned "harder". Hearing her moans, he plunged deep into her, his thrusts becoming faster and faster, driving himself deeper and deeper.
Amy tried to hold on, but she was way ahead of Sheldon. Her climax exploding within her, her legs buckled and she slumped on the bed, Sheldon slipping out of her, leaving him high and dry.
Rolling on her back, she reached up and captured him in her hand, pumping him furiously, until she felt him pulse, his hot essence spraying onto her stomach, as he collapsed onto her, still pulsing between their bodies.
They lay there for a while, their stomachs coated in his juices, then they slipped off to the shower to clean up.
-o-o-o-o-
As they sat on the couch, cuddling and sipping tea, Amy looked up into his face. "Sheldon" she asked, "will you help me?"
"Of course I will" he replied, "what is it you want?"
Glancing down, she flicked her eyes over Sheldon's groin.
"Oh" he said, "that?" Pausing, he went on, "Amy, you really don't need to do this".
"Maybe not for you" she replied, "but I need to do it for me".
Sheldon gave her a puzzled look. Amy explained, "I will not let this beat me".
"Very well" he said, "I'll do everything I can to help".
"It could get frustrating" she cautioned.
"As frustrating as waiting five years?" he asked.
"Amy" he continued, "I realize how much I put you through, and I owe you big time for your patience, so anything you need, I'm here for you".
She thought for a moment. "I'll figure it out and get back to you, and thank you".
-o-o-o-o-
At lunch time, instead of going to the cafeteria, Amy stayed in her lab. Taking out her personal laptop, she booted it up, then connected it to the internet via a mobile Dongle. The less that appeared on the University server logs, she figured, the better.
Opening a browser window, she typed in 'Fellatio' then hit Enter.
As she read through the article, her eyes widened with each sentence she read.
Borrowing a phrase from Penny, she muttered "Holy crap on a cracker".
As she read on, feeling uncomfortable, but at the same time fascinated, a female voice announced "interesting subject!".
Jerking her head round, she stared into the face of her assistant Michelle. "I'm sorry Dr. Fowler, but I did knock".
Blushing puce, Amy replied "Yes, I was a bit distracted".
With a grin, Michelle replied "I can imagine". Noticing the Dongle, she asked "Personal research?"
Blushing deeper, Amy replied "Erm, yes". "It's OK Dr. Fowler" Michelle said, "I won't mention it to anyone, and if you ever want to talk about it, just let me know".
Taking a deep breath, Amy replied "OK, no time like the present".
Sitting on the stool next to her to her, Michelle asked "What do you want to know?"
Amy had a million questions whizzing around her brain. "Well, for a start" she asked, "what's it like?"
Michelle paused, "I think it's great, but not everyone agrees".
"You don't feel used?" Amy asked. "No" Michelle replied. "Some people feel it subjugates them, but I find it empowering. I'm in complete control of my boyfriend. Wherever my mouth goes, he follows".
As they chatted, Amy began to relax, as she understood more about the subject.
Finally, as lunchtime drew to a close, Amy said "It still feels daunting. How do you suggest I start?"
"Firstly" Michelle said, "you need to really trust your partner. If he's pressuring you, don't do it".
"I do trust him" Amy replied, "and he's absolutely not pressuring me. In fact, he doesn't mind if we never do it, but I do".
"OK" Michelle said, "In that case, start slowly. Start with kissing and licking, then move on from there".
"Thanks Michelle, I appreciate it".
"You're welcome" she said. "Anything else you need advice about, in that area, give me a shout".
-o-o-o-o-
As they lay in bed, Amy turned to look into Sheldon's eyes. "Well" she said, hoping, but failing, to sound casual and confident, "I've done some research, and I'm ready to give it another try".
"OK" he replied, "I'm all yours".
"I know this may be difficult" she said, "but please stay very still".
Drawing back the covers, Amy slid down the bed, stopping with her head poised over Sheldon's groin. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her head forward and brushed her lips against his shaft, jerking her head back as his arousal rose up toward her.
"Sorry" Sheldon said "but it's kind of out of my control". Amy giggled, at the idea he could somehow control it.
Taking him gently in her hand, she stroked her lips along his length, hearing Sheldon inhale sharply, his body jerking, then he gasped several times in rapid succession.
"This doesn't seem so bad" she thought. Poking out her tongue, she stroked it along him, eliciting another series of gasps.
Pausing, she flicked her tongue across the tip, tasting the tiny drop of fluid from the tip. Opening her lips, she went to slip them over the head, instantly gagging and jerking her head back.
"Nope" she announced, "can't do that".
As they cuddled, Sheldon said in a calm reassuring voice, "Amy, you've done wonderfully well. It felt truly amazing".
"You're not feeling frustrated?" she asked.
"Maybe a little" he replied, "but I'll survive".
"I think we can deal with that frustration" she replied, pulling him onto her.