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.
"Me neither," Sansa says. It's true. She feels close to him in a way she's never felt close to anyone before and each push and pull of his body makes her feel like he's touched a part of her that she's never been able to share willingly with anyone else.
It's different like this, different when she's giving and it isn't duty like her first time or fear like the rest.
"Ye-es," Sansa says, her voice soft. She curls her fingers into his shoulders, arches her leg a bit higher over his hip. He feels good deep within her now and she's not afraid.
Jake smirked a little, pleased. He worried that Sansa wouldn't enjoy this, wouldn't enjoy him, but she did, and that released a load off his shoulders. Though if he wasn't careful he would release his load in her too soon.
"I'm going to make you feel even better, okay?" Jake said, his mouth grazing over her neck, as he rested his weight on one elbow, his free hand smoothing over her skin.
Now that she isn't so frightened, Sansa is curious as to how he could manage to make this act feel better for her. It's meant to be pleasurable for him, really, and she's happy to give him the pleasure.
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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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It's different like this, different when she's giving and it isn't duty like her first time or fear like the rest.
"Teach me? I don't know this part."
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"You can touch me anywhere you want."
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Sansa lifts up her leg and whimpers a little, shocked at how it changes the angle.
"You're deeper now," she says softly.
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"Yeah, I am. Still doing okay?" He asked, his tempo speeding up a little more.
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"It feels good now."
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"I'm going to make you feel even better, okay?" Jake said, his mouth grazing over her neck, as he rested his weight on one elbow, his free hand smoothing over her skin.
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Now that she isn't so frightened, Sansa is curious as to how he could manage to make this act feel better for her. It's meant to be pleasurable for him, really, and she's happy to give him the pleasure.