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Sansa sits up and takes a sip from the hot chocolate, please at the scent and taste of it. "Oh, Jake, it's so good," she murmurs, giving him a pleased little smile.

"You're a very good lover."

Jake settled on the edge of the bed, sipping his own coffee.

"I try. What do you want for breakfast?"

"You," Sansa says, saying it with a straight face in spite of the fact that her cheeks feel hot and her breath is coming quickly. He'd had her for breakfast, after all.

Jake nearly dropped his coffee at Sansa's reply. He managed to swallow the sip he had just taken, without spewing it everywhere, then set his cup down on the nightstand.

"Really. How do you want me?"

"Any way that you will let me have you?" Sansa isn't certain what she intends but she wants to try. She wants to be brave.

"Yes?"

"Oh yeah. Any way you want me, I'm yours. What do you want me to do?" Jake asked, taking his glasses off and setting them next to his coffee while kicking off his shoes.

Sansa reaches for his hands and takes a deep breath. She brings them to her lips, kisses them softly.

"I want you to have me completely. I trust you. I want you in me, I want to be with you that way."

Holy shit. Jake gulped, then nodded.

"Then that's how you'll have me." Jake's hands moved to cup Sansa's face as he leaned in for a kiss, keeping it soft and sweet. He pulled back resting his forehead against hers, a soft smile on his face.

"Do you need me to do anything to help you be comfortable?" He was also feeling so so awkward and uncertain. Trying not to be too eager and rush things and scare her, but also not look like he wasn't interested. Because fuck yeah he was interested. His dick was about to bust out of his jeans. But slow for Sansa. This was a major step for her.

"Just to be patient? Let's turn the lamps down low and make it intimate," Sansa says, running her hand through his hair when the kiss breaks.

"I just want to take our time. I don't want to be afraid any longer, all right?"

He grinned, then kissed Sansa again before pulling back to stand up. He shooed the fluffs out of the bedroom, making sure they had food and water before returning, closing the door behind him. He turned out the overhead, and moved over to make sure the curtains and blinds were closed, casting the room in darkness. He flicked on the bathroom light, leaving the door cracked for a little bit of light.

Jake paused at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt off over his head then dropping his jeans and boxers. He moved around to the empty side of the bed and crawled in, pulling Sansa close to press against him, skin to skin.

"I'll go slow, Sansa. And if you need me to stop, tell me. I won't be mad."

"We'll be all right," Sansa assures him. She runs her hands over his back, along his warm, smooth skin. She cares for him so deeply and she trusts him. Even though she's afraid, it's not so terrifying with Jake that she doesn't want to try with him. It's a marked difference than back on Halloween, to be certain, and she thinks she can trust him with every inch of her.

"Just go slow. Be gentle and tender the way I know that you can be."

Jake swallowed and nodded. Sure he thought about this a lot. Sometimes with his hand around his dick. But this was completely different, with Sansa warm and willing and asking him to be gentle now that she was actually asking.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss her, not quite as soft or sweet like the last one, but warmer, promising Sansa that he was going to be so good to her. His hands smooth over her skin, lightly tracing over her curves.

The kiss is good. It's sweet and has a hint of urgency, a bit of what had been there back on Halloween night but now it doesn't frighten her because her mind is clear and Sansa knows him and knows what she wants; there's quite a difference that's been made in the weeks that have followed.

"More, please?"

Jake obeyed, kissing her again, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her hot chocolate before pulling back, suckling her bottom lip as his mouth moved from hers.

He wasn't going to tell Sansa he loved her, not now, but he could show her. He dropped light kisses all over her face and neck, hands more purposeful as they touched her.

Sansa whimpers under his mouth and she slides her hands down, fingertips touching the muscles of his back and lower, cupping his bottom. He's good to her, so good to her, and she wants to show him she needs this and wants him as much as he wants her.

Jake hummed as his mouth moved over her, pausing at her breasts as he lavished attention to them.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her skin, "Going to please you, Sansa, sweet."

He shifted down between her legs, and blew a breath over her curls. "Gotta take care of my brave girl."

Sansa colors a little and shakes her head. "But I already had my pleasure this morning." It's not much of a protest, considering how much she loves it when he gets his mouth on her, but she still feels like he shouldn't be pleasuring her twice over when he hasn't had his.

"Are you sure?"

"You can have it more than once. And I told you before, your pleasure comes before mine. It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure."

Jake grinned before dipping his head to lap at her. He wanted her to relax too, since he wasn't a small man, and it had been a while for her. Not to mention her trauma. So. Something sweet, just in case she needed to stop.

Sansa whimpers under his mouth and her hands find his hair, push lightly at his head to encourage him to keep going. Her toes curl in the sheets and her hips rock up; her body knows what she needs and she needs him.

"More," she murmurs. "I need so much more."

Jake's mouth was a little busy at the moment, his tongue occupied with giving what Sansa was asking for. More. He would give her more, and this time he would feel her around him. And maybe even feel her come apart with him inside her.

Sansa screams as she comes, hips arching up off the bed and toes curling into the sheets. She's always loud with him, always vocal in her pleasure and she always wants him to know if she's enjoying herself.

With him, it's usually a good experience and she's never afraid to tell him what she needs.

Jake took a shuddering breath when Sansa came, her scream music to him. He loved it when she was noisy in her pleasure. He lifted himself up over her, using a corner of the sheet to wipe his face dry before kissing her, one hand lifting a one of her legs around his waist, his dick rubbing her folds.

"Sansa, sweetheart. Look at me. You sure you want me in you?"

Sansa slowly blinks her eyes open and looks at him. "Yes, I want...I want all of it. I want you in me. I'm still afraid but I'm willing to try if you are patient with me. Is that all right, Jake, or would you prefer that we...didn't?"

He leaned down to kiss her again, his lips curving up. "I wanted to be sure. Tell me if I need to stop, okay?"

Jake slowly started to push inside her, his eyes watching Sansa's face, one hand cupping her face, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip. He wanted to move faster, but he was big, she was small and scared.

"It's all right," Sansa says, forcing herself to relax so that he can be with her like this. She knows if she's not relaxed, it's only going to hurt and it will be what she fears.

"Be slow, be gentle, please?"

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