letsgogirls | Inbox

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?"

"Mmm, yes, I feel very good," Sansa says, giving him a sleepy, lazy smile. She's a bit shy about what just happened and she hopes that Jake won't tease her about it too much.

"I like being with you."

"Good, because I really like being with you," Jake said, his hand trailing down Sansa's arm.

"You know? That's the first time I've gotten off from someone's mouth on my dick." Jake said, trying to pick words Sansa would understand. "So in a way you're my first in that?"

"Why not? Didn't you like it before?" Sansa is a little confused as to how Jake couldn't like it, considering how much he had loved it with her.

"Do other women not use their mouths to pleasure you?"

"I'm not small, sweetheart." Jake said, with a shrug. "They would try but it wouldn't end well. So I never really asked for it anymore."

He sighed. "By not ending well, she would gag. And I don't like seeing anyone I'm with in distress because of of my body."

Sansa colors a bit. "I haven't seen many men so I don't know if my standard is wrong or not but you are big. You are well-made and...you're mine. I want to please you every way I can."

Jake smiled, swallowing before he spoke. "Yeah? I'm glad you like it. Since it's all for you whenever you want it. The same goes for the rest of my body, too."

"What if I wanted it all the time?" Sansa asks, only half teasing. She slides her hand down his chest, down his flat belly and pauses just above his cock.

"What if I wanted you when I wake in the morning and when I go to bed in the evening?"

"Well, I would try my best to accommodate you." He sighed, his stomach rippling under her touch.

He wasn't sure if she was teasing or not, but it sounded like she wanted them to live together, which he was all for, but well. Not yet. They've only dated officially since Halloween. Patience.

"Try your best? I could live with this," Sansa murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. She slides her hand down and cups his hip, too cautious to reach for his cock again after she's brought him to pleasure already.

"You need to rest, don't you?"

Jake's eyes were warm as they moved over her, a small smile on his face.

"Why do you ask? I mean my dick's not going to be up for anything but if my Sansa needs something to help her sleep, I'm sure I can figure something out."

"I'm not that insatiable," Sansa says, voice barely above a whisper. She had only wanted to love him a little, to be sweet to him, and she's been caught at it. He seems to be in good spirits about it, though.

"You'll wake me up before you leave tomorrow?"

A half-smile tiled up one corner of Jake's mouth as he tugged Sansa closer.

"I don't mind, babe." Oh she wanted him to wake her up properly in the morning, hmm? Well, he'll be happy to do so.

"And of course I'll wake you up before I go back to my place."

Sansa snuggles down against him. "I dream of you sometimes," she admits. It's a naughty thing to admit to but she feels safe with him here.

"I dream of you touching me, kissing me, inside me. They're very good dreams."

Well. That woke him up. In more ways than one. She dreamed about him? Jake tugged Sansa to straddle him, her knees on either side of his chest.

"Dreaming of me? Well. I dream of you, too."

"I thought you were tired," Sansa says, flushing bright when he pulls her up to straddle him. She hadn't told him her confession to rile him, only to confess a secret to someone she cared for.

"You aren't?"

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do much to get me excited." Jake said as he tugged her nightie off.

"Just going to look at you. So they're nice dreams, hmm? I'm glad." God, she was gorgeous. And all his.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject