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"Oh, yeah, it's all right." Jake said, with a grin before he kissed her, soft and sweet.

"Does my girl need some relief?"

"Yes," Sansa says, voice soft and clear in spite of how shy she is about asking for it. She gives him a smile and tousles his hair a little.

"I need relief."

His eyes flutter shut at the feel of her hands in his hair, then open, eyes bright.

"Then I shall." Another kiss, then he pushed himself up, hovering over her.

"Sansa. I want you to keep your hands to yourself until I say otherwise." Jake said, his tone changing to that firm tone earlier. "And you're not to touch yourself either."

Sansa curls her fingers against her thighs and nods quickly, confirming her understanding of his instruction.

"Yes, my lord," she says, chancing a little smile. She never calls Jake that, ever, but this feels a little different.

Jake nodded in approval, kneeling between Sansa's thighs. His hands moved to the neckline of her nightie, rubbing the silk over her nipples as he tugged the top down, slowly revealing her breasts. He leaned down, lightly biting at her nipples, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting.

A hand moved down, pushing the hem of her nightie up to her waist, leaving her bare to her toes.

"Spread your legs." He said, still in the tone.

Sansa spreads her legs and her eyes go wide, lip trembling a bit. She trusts him, utterly, but she wants a reassurance of that trust. He knows what she likes and dislikes, yes, and he's not going to do something she doesn't want, is he?

No, not here. Not in this city.

"Like this?"

Easy, Jensen, don't spook her.

"Good girl. You know, you're pretty down there. Pink and cream." Jake said, shifting down, to fit his shoulders under her legs, her feet resting on his back, his hands stroking her thighs.

He paused, staring at her, then leaned in to kiss her, his tongue lapping at her.

"You're soaking wet, babe." This was the usual tone he had when he was pleasuring Sansa, one of desire and joy.

Sansa relaxes then, hearing his normal voice and seeing the way he normally looks at her and she lets out a little breath she didn't know she was holding. She likes the stern tone, yes, but she loves how he's tender and sweet with her.

"Am I still to keep my hands to myself?"

"Yes, darling. No distracting me while I take care of my Sansa." He grinned at her and flicked his tongue in her folds, the tip slipping inside her.

His hands rubbed circles on her inner thighs, thumbs brushing her curls.

Sansa whimpers when his tongue touches her and she tries not to move; she digs her fingers deep into her thighs and tries to resist curling them into his hair or the muscles of his shoulders as she normally does.

"May I make noise?"

"Oh, yeah. Make all the noise you want. I like it when you're noisy." His tongue curled inside her, the tip rubbing at a spot inside, before sliding out to lick at a small bundle of nerves.

Sansa lets out a strangled little cry and rocks her hips up toward his mouth, whimpering and crying out.

"Jake, please!"

God, and she was so responsive to what he was doing, too. He was so fucking lucky to have met her.

Jake hummed a little as his tongue moved a little faster, urging Sansa on. He love to hear her squeal as she came, her entire body shaking in her pleasure.

Sansa does squeal when she comes, falling back to the bed with a heavy sigh. She keeps her hands to herself but it's a difficult thing.

"Jake? Jake, may I please touch you?"

"I wanted to take care of you. I don't expect you to do the same for me."

Jake said, rolling to his back. He wiggled a bit, working his shirt off, then his boxers, leaving him naked, and a hand around his dick.

"Come here and kiss me, Sansa, please?"

Sansa shakes her head and slides down to put her head in his lap, lips touching the head of his cock lightly. She parts them, taking him in, and sucks hard.

She knows how to do this and while she doesn't want to think about why she knows, she's glad to please him.

Holy jesus fuck, she's got her mouth on his dick.

Jake yelped a little, his eyes wide as he pushed up on his elbows. His dick didn't mind, though, his hips pushing up into her mouth. Goddamn.

"Babe. I didn't mean for you to go down on me. I meant kiss my mouth. Oooh shit, honey. That feels so good. Just. Just don't go too far, please, I don't want you to choke." His fingers combed through her braid, spreading her hair out while he tried to not think on how she learned and tried to focus on the fact that his wonderful girlfriend was giving him a hell of a blow job.

Sansa ignores his warning and relaxes her throat, swallowing him deep enough that he brushes the back of her throat. He's big, yes, but he doesn't force her and she finds it easy to please him.

His brain nearly whites out from the sensation of her deep throating him, something he's never had before. Oh sure others have tried, but they've either gagged or went hell no.

His fingers flexed in Sansa's hair as she swallowed his dick, his toes nearly curling.

"Sansa, babe, I'm close. You don't need to swallow, okay?" He said, as his body started to shiver from the streaks of fire running up and down his spine.

Sansa ignores him and hums a bit in the back of her throat, swallowing deep as she tries to bring him off. She wants him to feel good. She wants him to know that he feels good because of her.

Jake wasn't usually so noisy when he came, but this one was enough to make him vocal, swears and praises for Sansa escaping his mouth, one hand gripping the sheets, the other tangled in Sansa's hair as the heat of his orgasm roared through him.

He collapsed back against the pillows, the fluffs having abandoned the bed at some point.

"Sansa? Babe?" He asked, nearly boneless from the pleasure thrumming through his veins.

Sansa pulls off him, her mouth bright red and her hair in disarray. "Yes, Jake? Are you all right? Do you feel good?"

She hopes he does, truly, but there's no way of knowing unless he says.

"Oh god yes. Come here, Sansa." Jake said with a smile, loving how rumple his princess was. He hoped he didn't yank her hair when he came, since he had his hand in her hair. And oh God, how he wanted to kiss her right now on her red lips, red from pleasing him.

He also didn't want to move, half drowsy. Jake shoved the voice that whispered in his ear about how exactly Sansa learned how to give a guy a blow job into a lockbox. He was going to pretend that she was a natural at it, because he didn't want any more of her ex haunting their relationship. And she did it because she wanted to, not because he asked her to. That was important. It was too good to sully.

Sansa crawls up next to him, pillowing her head against his chest. She's so glad to have pleased him, honestly, and she strokes her fingertips against his bare skin.

"Did the little ones leave us?"

Jake tipped Sansa's head up, kissing her, tasting him and her, a hand rubbing her shoulders. This not telling her he loved her was so hard, but she was still shy.

"I scared them off, I think. The tone and all. You okay?"

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