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"Touch me," Sansa murmurs. Her voice goes low and husky at the thought of it but she's wanted nothing but his touch day and night since the first time he brought her to a peak and she doesn't know how to capture that feeling without his hands and mouth bringing her there. She tips her head back against his shoulder and arches her chest up.

"Touch me?"

He didn't say a word, but his hands did. A soft click of the front clasp of her bra, and then the rasp of his thumbs over her nipples as his hands cupped her breasts. Jake's face bent into Sansa's neck, tasting her skin while his hands were busy.

A brave hand slid down her flat stomach, cupping her mound through her panties.

Sansa arches up into his touch and squeezes her eyes shut. He's good at touching her - he seems to know what she likes only after these few times. She reaches for his hand, slides it beneath the fabric of her panties.

"Touch me like this."

Bossy woman. Jake didn't protest but took the opportunity, his fingers delving between her folds. Jesus Christ. Hot and ready and God, how much he wanted to sink his dick into her. But not yet. Let her tell him what she wanted.

His fingers were gentle as they explored, careful of his nails.

"That's good," Sansa whimpers, reaching down and hooking her hands in her panties to work them down and off. She wants him to have as much access to her body as he possibly can have.

"Touch me more?"

Oh, he was not ever going to complain, not when it was Sansa directing things. That was fucking hot. Jake shifted on the couch, leaning back, and lifting his legs onto the coffee table. He wanted to be sure Sansa had a good support under her.

"Bend your legs, sweetheart. Prop them on mine, okay?" His breathing was choppy, her sweetly curved ass rubbing his dick as she shifted in his lap.

Sansa does as he asks but then she turns her head, kisses him deeply as his fingers play in the wetness between her thighs. It feels so good when he touches her like this, plays with her, and she loves feeling him hard against her bottom.

"Show me how to touch?"

"Touch yourself? Or me?" Jake asked, his voice husky.

"Show me how to touch myself," Sansa whimpers, squirming in his lap. "Show me. Help me. Touch me while I touch myself?"

She kept squirming like that, he was going to make a mess in his jeans. But Jake reached for her other hand, and brought it between her thighs, gently resting her hand on herself, his hand on top of hers.

"Be careful of your nails. Won't be fun if you scrape yourself. Just try out how hard you want to press and feel." He demonstrated, directing her fingers to rub against her folds, his fingers slipping around hers. The tip of one finger slipped inside her and he paused, waiting for her reaction.

Sansa bites her lip, busy with touching and feeling her own body and trying to figure out how to make it sing. She doesn't mind that the tip of his finger has dipped into her and she rocks her hips up, trying to make herself feel as good as he makes her feel.

"I don't do it the right way, Jake," she whines.

Jake gulps, feeling her around his finger.

"Sweetheart, I have a lot of experience in doing this, and you're just learning. It'll be fine. Relax."

A beat then he asked, voice very shy. "I'm going to move my finger inside you. Tell me if you don't want me to."

"It's all right," Sansa assures him. She's a little perturbed that he's right about knowing how to touch her when she doesn't know how to touch herself but she leans back against him and lets out a slow breath.

"Touch me, darling?"

Edited 2016-11-21 04:35 (UTC)

He was so slow as his finger slid deeper inside her, his thumb carefully brushing her clit.

Jake hummed a little, his mouth grazing over every bit of her he could reach, his free hand holding hers.

"Doing okay?"

Sansa cries out a little and rolls her hips upward, her body tightens around his finger and she gasps.

"Jake, give me more? May I have more?"

A second finger joined the first, slowly pumping in and out of her, as Jake murmured praising words in Sansa's ear. They've only been together like this a few times, but Jake knew Sansa's body well, and he could tell that his beautiful brave girl was close. And so was he, his hips rocking in rhythm to her motions.

"Of course. My beautiful brave girl."

Sansa rocks against him one last time before she cries out, body clamping down on his finger and pleasure hitting her in waves.

"Jake! Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake!"

Jake wasn't loud when he came, not like Sansa, but he wrapped his arms around her as she rode out her climax, his mouth suckling on her neck. She was going to have a small mark in the morning.

"I'm right here, sweetheart. So good. You were so good." He praised, his fingers reluctantly slipping of her before he shifted her around in his lap, ignoring the sticky warmth in his jeans for now. Jake tilted Sansa's face up for a deep kiss, his hand rubbing her back.

Sansa gives him a lazy, soft smile and touches her fingertips to the corner of his mouth. "Jake, darling, you're wearing my color all over your face. It's gotten all over. I'm sorry?"

Sansa sort of likes it, though, knowing that he belongs to her.

He grinned and leaned into Sansa's touch. "I'm not. I like being marked by you."

Jake stood up now that he knew his knees would hold and started moving to her bedroom and bathroom, Sansa in his arms.

"I came too, same time as you. So I'm really a mess."

"I didn't know that was possible," Sansa says, giving him a warm little smile. She likes knowing she can affect him like that the way he affects her.

"You'll let me bathe you?"

Jake grinned at Sansa, dropping a kiss on her nose. "If I can do the same for you, Sansa."

He pulled off his glasses, setting them on the vanity. then he reached into the shower, turning on the taps, then turned back to Sansa, his hands skimming her body under the robe. "I love touching you."

His hands reluctantly moved to his belt buckle, undoing it then sliding his jeans and underwear off, then he tugged off his shirts, leaving him completely bare to Sansa's gaze. Jake's hands slipped her robe off, then her bra, hands warm against her skin.

Sansa pulls him close and kisses him, distracted by him and unable to concentrate on the shower or anything else.

"I made you find your pleasure without even touching you, Jake?"

He drew them into the water, careful to keep Sansa from getting the water in her face, hand cupped behind her neck as they kissed.

"Yeah. You were squirming on my lap. Plus when you were being bossy and telling me to touch you. I really liked that." Jake smiled against Sansa's mouth, and reached for her shampoo, his fingers rubbing her scalp as he washed her hair.

Sansa colors a little and turns, letting him wash her hair while she mulls that over. He likes her telling him what to do? Truly?

"Do you really like that? Ladies aren't supposed to be like that."

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