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.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
"I am not sorry," Sansa says, taking in a sharp breath and letting it oh so slowly to be able to force herself to relax. All she wants is to relax with him, to be with him, to let him be with her in the way he wants.
Jake stopped when he heard Sansa take a sharp breath, his eyes wide. He heard her say she thought he was perfect, but right now, he was a little worried about her.
"One moment," Sansa says, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and look at him. Seeing his face, hearing his words - they were all reminders that this was Jake she was with and no one else. Jake is never going to hurt her.
"I want...I need time to convince myself it's you, to associate it with you."
"Yes, look at me, Sansa, honey." Jake said, holding himself so still.
He swallowed down the anxiety, glad his dick wasn't affected by it, but then again, e was inside Sansa, something he's wanted for weeks now. And she was hot and wet and felt so good, but he forced himself to wait. Sansa was in charge, not him.
"I'm ready," Sansa says, reaching up and cupping his face in her hands. She cares about him so much, thinks she might even love him, and she's still afraid but willing to be brave for him.
"It feels all right," Sansa assures him. "There is no pain." Sansa had expected pain, honestly, because it had always hurt before and Jake is larger than...but it doesn't hurt. She suspects it's because he's taken his time and prepared her, relaxed her but it's still a relief.
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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.
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"More, please?"
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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.
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"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."
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"Are you sure?"
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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.
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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."
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With him, it's usually a good experience and she's never afraid to tell him what she needs.
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"Sansa, sweetheart. Look at me. You sure you want me in you?"
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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?"
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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.
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"Be slow, be gentle, please?"
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"I will. Going to be so gentle for you. I'm sorry I'm so big." He panted, one hand fisted in the sheets.
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"The gods made you perfect just as you are."
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"You okay? Do I need to stop?"
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"I am trying to relax," Sansa says tightly. "I just want to enjoy it, to enjoy being with you so that you can enjoy me."
She cranes her head up a bit, whispers against his mouth. "Kiss me?"
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His mouth moved from hers to under her ear before he whispered. "May I move? I'm in as far as I can go, sweetheart. Or do you need a moment?"
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"I want...I need time to convince myself it's you, to associate it with you."
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He swallowed down the anxiety, glad his dick wasn't affected by it, but then again, e was inside Sansa, something he's wanted for weeks now. And she was hot and wet and felt so good, but he forced himself to wait. Sansa was in charge, not him.
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"I'm ready for you."
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"Slow and gentle, sweetheart," Jake said, almost as a promise, and he started to move, pulling out slower than when he went in.
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"It feels good for you?"
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