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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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?"

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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?"

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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?"

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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."

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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!"

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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?"

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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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"Yeah, I do. I think it's hot. Maybe it's your accent? Dunno why exactly."

Jake's hands are gentle as he works toe shampoo through her hair, then he shifted her to rinse the suds out, then reached for the conditioner, working it through her hair, then piling it on top of her head so he could start soaping her up.

"And Sansa? I really don't care if you want to be unladylike with me. I'm not going to get mad at you or think ill of you. I mean you put up with me and my dirty mouth and awful manners so I shouldn't be a hypocrite and expect you to always be proper."

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"I haven't ever told a man what to do, not like that," Sansa admits. "I've never asked for my own pleasure."

It's something that's never come to her before Jake, either, so perhaps she should have been a bit more vocal in the past.

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"I don't know what you would like, so it helps if you tell me what you want. So I don't scare you or make you unhappy."

He said as he started rinsing Sansa off, his hands running over her slick skin.

"Don't ever be scared to ask for what you want, okay?"

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Sansa whimpers a little, enjoying the feel of his hands against her skin. "Right now, I just wish for you to touch me the way that you are touching me. It feels so impossibly nice. Really, truly nice."

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His mouth curved up as Jake pressed Sansa against the wall, his wandering hands a lot more purposeful in their motions.

"Yeah? I can't get enough of touching you."

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"It isn't too much for you to bear? I know men need...relief," Sansa says, sighing and leaning back against him so that he can touch her more easily.

She likes this, the easy touches and the easy way they are together.

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"Sweetheart, before you, I was really familiar with my hand. And I don't need relief that often. I'm happy when you're happy."

He sighed, a happy noise in his throat as his hands roamed over Sansa.

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"I want to make you happy," Sansa says, sighing heavily. She doesn't want to feel guilty or be upset when it's something she's meant to do with him and not do alone.

"I want to please you, Jake. It's all I want."

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Jake turned Sansa around, tipping her chin up so he could look in her eyes.

"Hey, hey. I'm easy to please, Sansa, sweetheart. Really. I'm happy with whatever you want to do with me. If all you want to do is have me touch you or kiss you, then I'm happy with that. Because I'm here for you and you want, not what you think I want."

It was so hard not to tell her he loved her. But he had to be patient.