Epilogue

Sheldon woke up from something tickling his nose. As he slowly opened his eyes, he noticed that his face was pressed in Amy's neck. Her hair obscuring his vision as well as his nostrils. After pushing the hair from his face, he snuggled in closer to her.

He took a minute to think about everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.

He and Amy had engaged in coitus.

He didn't understand why it felt so monumental. They had done all kinds of sexual things in the last two months. Apparently some of those things were even to be labelled 'kinky'. But the actual sexual intercourse had been different. So different. Their bodies had fused together and the feeling of being joined like that had almost rendered him speechless.

He could see now what the fuss was all about.

He had taken a shower a couple of minutes after their sexcapades, leaving Amy to nap in his bed. His fear of germs and overall feeling of icky-ness didn't fully register until after his climax, for which he was grateful. He had done some thorough evaluating while he washed himself; what had happened in the events leading up to it, what he had felt during, and afterwards.

After his shower he had woken Amy up and ordered her to take a shower as well. He had regarded her as she walked out of his bedroom towards the bathroom, her skin flushed. Sheldon's gaze had moved over her buttocks. They had been slightly red still. He still owed her four strikes, he had thought smirking.

While she showered, Sheldon had stripped of the sheets of his bed and changed them rapidly. He recalled the way Amy had looked at him when she entered his bedroom, dressed in nothing but a towel. She had looked shy almost, but was also glowing like she had on prom night.

"Did you take your contraceptive pill today?" he had asked, needing to be sure that the glow was just 'after sex' and not 'with child'.

She had chuckled, and answered affirmative. He had then welcomed her in his bed – because that was the social norm, sleeping together after sleeping together – and pulled her in his arms again. Sleep had come quickly after that.

Amy stirred against him, seemingly waking up. Should he let her know he was awake? It was so blissfully quiet still. Leonard hadn't come home that evening, for which Sheldon was glad.

He felt her push her posterior against him firmly, stimulating his nether regions. She had done this trick before, he mused. He wondered what she would do next.

Pretending to be asleep, he breathed out softly against her neck. He was already half-hard, but that could easily be passed off as a morning erection.

Amy moved her butt against him in small rotations. He was unable to suppress a low moan.

"Amy," he muttered in her ear. "What are you doing?"

She turned around, facing him and pushed him on his back. "Nothing," she whispered, but her actions indicated otherwise. Sheldon groaned softly as she pressed kisses from his neck to his chest.

She moved lower still.

Sheldon felt his dick twitch in anticipation. Was she going to..? Oh, how he loved this woman. He had always known she was sexual, but had never known he would come to appreciate this so much. Burrowing his head further in his pillow, he exhaled deeply, waiting to feel the soft wetness of her lips on his throbbing member. Perhaps she would take him in her mouth again, trying again to see how far she would be able to take him, like she had last night…

But the feeling of her mouth on him never came.

Instead, she stopped her descend just inches from his dick, and then started to move up again. Sheldon groaned in frustration. He was not in the mood for games.

"Vixen," he hissed, and he felt Amy chuckle against his sternum in response.

Maybe it was time for those spankings he still owed her.

He grasped her arms and pulled her on top of him swiftly. "Hoo!" she exclaimed. Grabbing her leg, he moved it so she was effectively straddling him. Amy looked down at him, still smiling. She bent down to kiss him, and Sheldon humoured her. Thankfully, she kept her mouth closed against his. He hated the thought of morning breath to ruin the moment.

Her body was warm against his, and he could feel the heat of her centre against his lower belly. They kept kissing, closed mouthed but heated.

When Amy moved from his face and started to kiss his neck again, Sheldon moved his hand from her thigh and struck down hard and fast on her bottom once. Her hard intake of breath in his ear proved that she had not seen this coming. He caressed her ass, stroking softly. She squirmed on top of him.

"We were not done counting, were we?" he breathed in her ear. He lifted his hand from her, ready to strike again.

"N-no," she stuttered.

Smack! She gasped in his ear. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard against him. "Thirteen?" she asked, hesitant. Sheldon palmed her ass with both hands now, grazing her, slowly moving her lower towards his aching erection.

He was slightly disappointed she had to ask. He had hoped she had noticed the similarities between the eleven spankings the first time, and the eleven spankings last night. But he couldn't blame her, he realised. She had been blinded with lust both times. And she still managed to guess the right answer now.

"Yes," he murmured in her ear, "good girl." He felt her shiver on top of him. She liked that. He had assumed as much before, but she was displaying all the right symptoms now. Her squirming body on top of his made him all the more excited as well.

He wanted her again.

He bucked his hips up, and slid his member against her. She was wet and hot against him. Amy gasped, and shot up slightly from his neck. She regarded him with wide eyes.

Sheldon pulled down her face and kissed her again. "You ready for me, Amy?" he muttered against her lips, as he held onto her hips and kept sliding his erect member through the wetness between her legs. She already felt so good. "Yes," she gasped, as he brushed against her clit.

Amy pushed herself upright and hovered above him. She swallowed nervously, but grabbed hold of his erection and positioned him at her opening. Sheldon gazed up at her, holding her gaze as she slowly lowered herself on top of him.

He groaned deeply as he was sheathed within her. He had to be careful not to blow his load prematurely. She was so warm and tight around him. Almost too tight. Amy had closed her eyes and was breathing sharply.

Sheldon quickly licked his thumb and moved it between her legs, making quick strokes against her clit. She mewled at his touch, and he felt her get wetter around him, easing him inside her.

"Sheldon," she moaned, panting. Slowly, she started to move against him.

"Amy," he chided, as he removed his hand from her, and grasped her hips instead. He smacked her bottom and he felt her squeeze around him in response. "You said you were ready," he grunted, trying to sound cross with her, but the effect was lost because of the pleasured sounds he made.

Amy was lifting herself up and down, her knees pressed against his sides. It felt exquisite. She looked down at him, blushing profusely, gasping as she went. "I thought I was," she whispered. And Sheldon couldn't really stay mad at her with the feeling coursing through him as she rode him.

He regarded her features as she bounced on top of him, her breasts moving with her downwards movements. He let go of her hips and grasped her breasts instead. Amy moaned and stilled her movements. Sheldon squeezed them with his hands and then squeezed her nipples with his thumb and index finger. She clenched around his member in response.

Sheldon moaned loudly. He would not last long if she kept that up.

"God, you feel amazing," he muttered, his hands on her hips again now, aiding her in her movements. He pulled her down hard and fast, while he pushed up simultaneously.

Amy moaned above him.

Sheldon looked at her, breathing deeply as well. She was flushed, her breasts moving up and down as he moved up inside of her. With him laying down like this, he couldn't optimally use all of his strength. He was suddenly overcome with a primal need to take her hard underneath him.

Maybe I could turn the both of us over, so she would be underneath me like last night, he thought.

He tried to think of the easiest way to do so; pull Amy closer to him, and then rolling them over probably. Or perhaps he could lift her off of him more easily, and then have her lie down first?

Thinking was hard with Amy still on top of him, he realised. "Sheldonnn," she moaned.

It was different to hear her moan his name. She had called him Doctor Cooper when he had touched her. He had liked that. What started out as a way to keep his distance from her while he got used to these new levels of intimacy, turned into something that highly aroused him. Should he ask her to call him Doctor Cooper? He was almost out of spankings to give her. Just one left. Drat.

Something clicked inside of him. He knew exactly what to do.

He pulled Amy down towards him and pressed his mouth against hers. She squirmed against him. He grasped her hips firmly and lifted her off him. Amy gasped softly at the loss of contact.

Sheldon quickly lifted one of her legs, and rolled out from underneath her. Amy fell face first onto the mattress, her hands breaking her fall slightly. Sheldon positioned himself behind her and swiftly pulled her hips towards him.

The head of his penis brushed against her opening. She was incredibly wet now. He felt something akin to pride inside of him. He had done this to her.

Now, he just had to see how quickly she would pick up on what he wanted.

He held her hips steady with one hand while the other grazed her wet folds softly. Amy gasped into the mattress. He easily pushed two fingers inside of her. "Hmmmm, you're so wet for me, Amy," he muttered.

"Yes," she gasped.

He slowly retracted his fingers, moving them across her swollen labia, but never exactly where she wanted him. "Yes, who?" he asked.

Amy stilled underneath him. SMACK! The final blow left a big red welt on her buttock. Amy gasped.

Sheldon squeezed her ass, his penis now poised at her entrance, waiting for her. She was trembling.

"Yes, Doctor Cooper," she whispered.

"Good girl," Sheldon praised her and pushed himself inside of her hard and fast. Amy yelped. He slid into her easily, but the angle.

Good lord, she felt good like this.

"FUCK!" he growled, letting her adjust to the intrusion. She was pulsing around his member, he could feel it. Pulling back out almost entirely, he paused and pushed back in.

Amy keened into the mattress. Did she like this? He couldn't see her face.

"Amy," he said urgently as he steadily pumped into her, "fuck... do you like this?"

She squeezed around him in response, she was gasping for breath.

"Amy..." he muttered when she didn't respond, he had his hands on her buttocks, squeezing them as he pulled and pushed them away and towards him. He could see his penis disappear inside her, glistening with her juices.

"Yesss, Doctor Cooper," she sighed, moaning as he pumped into her faster. Harder.

She felt exquisite. He was going to orgasm soon. Was she close? He couldn't reach her clit like this, with her ass in front of him.

Amy was moaning continuously now, high pitched short sounds escaped her throat with each thrust inside her. "You close?" he grunted, unable to form a coherent sentence. Amy mewled into the mattress.

He needed to see her face. He bent forward slightly and grasped her hair roughly, pulling her head up. She turned a little, and Sheldon was able to look in her eyes. She looked magnificent. Her face flushed, her pupil dilated, her mouth parted, softly gasping.

"You gonna come on my dick, Amy?" he demanded.

Amy whimpered.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. Amy hesitated a bit, but then her right hand moved towards where their bodies were joined. She fumbled around, the continued thrusts of Sheldon making it difficult for her to create the desired friction.

Sheldon could tell when she started to come. Her inner walls contracted around him, squeezing him.

Amy moaned, gasping and squirming underneath him. "Yessss, that's it," he hissed.

"Fuck! God, AMY!"

Sheldon came hard. His mind was completely empty as he felt wave after wave of pleasure go through him. Amy was pulsing around his member, squeezing him inside her, hard. His semen shooting deep inside her.

He was still gasping for breath, the grip on her hip was bruising. He pulled out of her carefully, and Amy fell down on the mattress, completely spent. Sheldon fell down next to her.

Both of them were panting, their chests rising and falling rapidly.

He looked at her. Her hair was dishevelled, her cheeks rosy, her eyes shining. She looked radiant.

"Morning," Amy murmured, giving him a devious smile.

Sheldon chuckled. "Good morning," he whispered. He turned on his side and pulled her towards him, cradling her in his arms.

He could easily go back to sleep now, he realised. All the sex was wearing him out. He closed his eyes, drifting off a bit.

"Did you like me on top?" It was the uncertainty in her voice that awoke him quickly. He looked into her eyes, confused by her question.

"I did," he said, earnestly, "why do you ask?"

Amy blushed and looked away. "I don't know. You changed positions pretty quickly. I thought maybe you didn't like it."

Had he hurt her feelings somehow? Maybe it was time for Leonard to return, so he could talk to him about this.

Perhaps honesty was the best policy in this?

"Amy," he muttered, and pulled her closer so he could whisper in her ear instead of saying it straight to her face. He was still a little uncomfortable about this. "I was suddenly overcome with the primal need to take you under me, so that's exactly what I did."

Amy giggled. "Oh," she whispered.

"Did you like that?" Sheldon asked, already pretty sure he knew the answer to his question.

Amy nodded into his chest. Sheldon smirked. Of course she did, the little vixen.

It amazed him how compatible they were, in every aspect of their lives.

"Good," he muttered. "We still have a lot to go through, though."

Amy looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"I'm given to understand that the Indians wrote a whole book on sexual positions. I'll get in touch with Koothrappalli to borrow his copy."

A/N A short epilogue. For those who wanted Amy on top.

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