"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.
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.
"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?"
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.
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.
"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.
"I do want it," Sansa says, lashes sweeping down to hide her eyes from him. She feels exposed and shy at the moment, on display, and she hopes he can forgive her for wanting to hide a little.
"In my dreams, I want it. I just get frightened it's going to hurt."
Jake sucked in a shuddering breath, his own eyes fluttering shut. "And the fear of hurting might actually make you hurt, because you're scared."
His eyes opened and he looked up at Sansa. "I've had my fingers in you. I don't think I can go very deep in you, but see how you're sitting right now? You can take me like that, and control how much of me you want inside. Would that help? Knowing you are in control?"
Sansa shakes her head. "No, not now. I shouldn't."
She isn't sure what she's waiting for, really, as she isn't a maiden and won't ever be again but she feels tense and shy and frightened. The panic cloys at her and scratches her throat and she wants to escape; she fists her hands in the sheets.
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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"I scared them off, I think. The tone and all. You okay?"
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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?"
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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."
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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."
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"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?"
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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.
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"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?"
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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."
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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."
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"Dreaming of me? Well. I dream of you, too."
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"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?"
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"Just going to look at you. So they're nice dreams, hmm? I'm glad." God, she was gorgeous. And all his.
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"I do want it," Sansa says, lashes sweeping down to hide her eyes from him. She feels exposed and shy at the moment, on display, and she hopes he can forgive her for wanting to hide a little.
"In my dreams, I want it. I just get frightened it's going to hurt."
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His eyes opened and he looked up at Sansa. "I've had my fingers in you. I don't think I can go very deep in you, but see how you're sitting right now? You can take me like that, and control how much of me you want inside. Would that help? Knowing you are in control?"
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"It won't feel good unless it's all of you," Sansa whimpers, rocking back against his lap.
"Right? Isn't that what you want?"
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Sansa shakes her head. "No, not now. I shouldn't."
She isn't sure what she's waiting for, really, as she isn't a maiden and won't ever be again but she feels tense and shy and frightened. The panic cloys at her and scratches her throat and she wants to escape; she fists her hands in the sheets.
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