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"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.

"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?"

"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?"

"I want whatever you want, Sansa." Jake swallowed before continuing. "Do you want to try? We'll stop whenever you want."

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.

Jake stuffed the sharp disappointment down at her words.

"Okay. Then we won't." He smiled at Sansa, his hands rubbing circles on her hips.

"Why do you think you shouldn't?"

"I am not your lady wife," Sansa says, pressing her lips together. Her fingers are still tangled in the sheets and she wonders if she should be doing this with him, if this is allowed. Should she, really?

This city isn't as strict on the relations between men and women, true, but Sansa is worried.

Slow and careful, Jensen.

He nodded. "We are lovers. But not married. Is that important to you? For me, I'm happy as long as you want to be with me, no matter if we're married or not."

"Only a husband is to be inside me like that," Sansa says, taking in a sharp breath. "But you've had me in other ways a husband is supposed to have me. I don't know. Jake, I don't feel ready."

Sansa thinks that's an acceptable enough explanation.

"Then we won't until you're sure you're ready." Jake tugged Sansa down, wanting to cuddle her.

"I'll wait for you. As long as you need."

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