( Sansa can feel the length of him pressed up against her and instead of being frightening, it makes her hot all over. Her nipples feel hard and overstimulated, she's wet between her thighs and she's gasping for breath. She doesn't know what to do, exactly, and her movements are a bit clumsy as she rolls her hips against up against Baby's. )
[ He shivers, his fingers digging into her hip, goosebumps raising over his arms, sweat building on his brow as Sansa moves against him, obviously unsure of herself. But at the same time, it’s absolutely perfect to him, and he starts moving his hips along with Sansa’s, course correcting until their rhythms align, Sansa pressing down when Baby thrusts up.
He moans, loud and unabashed, pressing the sound into her skin as he kisses her, cheekbone, jaw, her chin, her lips; more sharing breaths than a proper kiss. ]
Good?
[ It’s barely a word, his voice scraped raw, his hands all over her back, wanting to see her as much as he is feeling her against him, but completely unwilling to move back when she feels so good Baby is losing his mind. ]
( Sansa whimpers and rolls herself up against him, finding a rhythm where his hardness stimulates her in the way she needs to get close again. She wants this so badly and she wants for him to find his pleasure while she's with him and not in a room separate and away. She slides her hands down his back and to his bottom, using her hands to push him closer to her as she rocks against him. )
[ Baby gasps when Sansa grabs onto him, not expecting it but loving it all the same, the surges of boldness that she shows, how she takes what she wants even though some of it might scare her. He leans down, lips dragging along the curve of her shoulder, tasting skin as he thrusts up, knowing he’s not going to last long when he’s got Sansa like this, writhing and rocking against him. He whimpers, his hand moving to her thigh, hitching it up even higher, curling it around his waist.
At this point, his boxers front are completely damp, with how wet Sansa is but also his own precome, hips stuttering a little. He forces himself to look back up into her face, flushed and so beautiful he could look at her all day long. ]
( It's not like Sansa to be completely nonverbal but she's at a loss for words when he asks her if she'll come for him again. She thinks she will, honestly, and it's a little insane that he can bring her to that pleasure without even directly touching her. Sansa had no idea this was even possible until a little while ago and now she's reaching that peak again rubbing against his hardness. )
[ Her pleading, her moans, the way she moves, all of it is completely ruining him, making his mind reel and his body shake with it, sweating profusely now, holding on to Sansa with fingers slipping over skin. He clenches his jaw, nose pressed to Sansa’s cheek, breathing harshly as he thrusts up into her, and if it wasn’t for his underwear, he’d be inside her. His boxers stick to him, damp and not entirely comfortable, but far from being bad enough for him to stop. He moans against her skin, wanton and needy, getting to close himself he’s shaking with it. ]
( Sansa can feel his cock pressed up against her and knows that without fabric in the way, he'd be inside her easily. It doesn't frighten her quite as much as it could but she's still grateful for that extra layer of protection between them; she trusts Baby but she's not quite ready for that step. As she falls back down from her own orgasm, she rocks against him as much as she can, trying to bring him to the same ecstasy that he's brought her to twice tonight. )
Please, Baby? Please come for me. Let me feel it and know I did it?
[ He doesn’t know if it’s her words, so sweet and wanting and whispered in the barely there space between them, or if it’s just knowing that he’s made her come again, or just the pressure building to untenable amounts. He doesn’t know which it is, or if it all of it, but Baby’s barely moving once, twice more before he’s coming, pushing up against Sansa as he spills all over the inside of his boxers, a fact he’s sure will make him uncomfortable shortly, but doesn’t matter right now, as he groans in Sansa’s hair, strands of it sticking to his lips, and holds her impossibly tight, fingers cramping as he does. Her name falls out of his mouth his heart beating so fast it might burst right out of his ribcage. ]
( Sansa knows the sounds and feel when a man finds his pleasure but it's different when it's a man she wants be with. She's not turned off by Baby's noises or by the way he presses up against her as he orgasms. On the contrary, she's more turned on herself. It's different doing this with someone versus having it done while she's a passive, used object. She finds she really enjoys it this way and enjoys it with Baby. )
[ It takes a moment for Baby to answer, to find the words as his body still jerks with the aftershocks of his orgasm, thigh muscles trembling. He dry swallows a few times, taking some time to let his brain engage again. ]
Yeah. Yeah, you definitely did.
[ He knows he’s blushing, face probably a little blotchy, sweaty. ]
( It comes out automatically and Sansa presses her face against Baby's neck and giggles, laughing at herself for accidentally saying that of all things. She lifts her head after a moment and gives him a grin. )
I'm sorry, it's just habit. Yes, Baby, I enjoyed it.
Jesus, [ He breathes out, the unpleasant twist in his stomach that the words elicit making him grimace, even as Sansa starts laughing. At least that sound is beautiful, and he wants to hear it so much more. He relaxes again, his fingers caressing her skin, following the ridges of her spine. She’s still naked, and Baby is going to make the very most of it. ] Don’t, I’ll think you’re just saying what I want to hear.
[ Which he knows isn’t the case here. She looks too happy, her hair a mess of fiery red around her head, her smile glorious. ]
Was it - was it the first time, for you? [ He means orgasms, but suddenly, his Southern-ness kicks in, and he can’t find it in himself to say it out loud. ]
No, I already found my pleasure under your mouth. That was the second time.
( Perhaps it's not quite what he meant but Sansa is in a particular mood and she's very amused and very happy. She sighs a bit at the feel of his fingertips along her skin and rolls over to lay on her back for a moment. She looks over at him, still smiling brightly. )
[ Baby grins, propping himself up with a hand to keep looking at Sansa. He’s got much more of a view of her body now, and he can’t help the way his eyes drag down along her shape, his mouth going dry again. ]
That’s what I meant. Just, in general, tonight.
[ She looks so happy, it’s contagious, making him smile even bigger, brighter, something deeply satisfying in having been the one to make her this content. ]
( Sansa blushes brightly when she realizes Baby is looking at her but she doesn't move to cover herself. She wants to, yes, but she forces herself to keep her hands from covering her breasts. )
No, I couldn't have expected that. I've never even been told that was possible, not until you mentioned it. This isn't something they tell women about where I'm from.
[ Baby licks his lips, wishing he could lean in, flick his tongue against one of her nipples, kiss his way down her pale stomach, taste her skin some more. He doesn’t, out of respect, but man does he want to. ]
Well, if you ever want to give it another go, I am your humble servant.
( Sansa laughs a bit and leans in to brush a kiss against the corner of his mouth before turning down the sheets and blankets. She's feeling the coolness of the room a bit and now that she's come down from her high, she feels a bit naked and exposed. She makes a little motion to invite Baby beneath the blankets with her before sliding under them herself. )
I'm certain I'll want it again. That felt entirely too good to go without for the rest of my life. ( Sansa smiles a bit, slightly shy. ) How often am I allowed to ask?
[ Baby doesn’t wait to get under the sheets with Sansa. When he moves, though, he can feel how uncomfortable his underwear has become, and he makes a face, wishing he had a spare. He might have to start carrying some - for emergencies. Especially when Sansa asks how often she can ask, and Baby chuckles, dropping his head on a pillow. ]
Any time you want. All the time. How often as you wish. Seriously.
( Sansa curls up against him and kisses him softly - not with the intention to start anything but simply to show affection toward him. She cares about him almost more than any person she's ever known and she hadn't realized she could have this with a man. )
It would be selfish to ask for another now wouldn't it? Because I am seriously considering the possibility.
[ Well, damn, he doesn’t think he can get it up again anytime soon, but just looking at her like this, cheeky and bold and wanting, exposing herself to him, well... he definitely makes a valiant effort, reaching out without thought, hand curling around her hip. He runs his tongue over his top teeth, smirking. ]
Well, what would you prefer? My fingers, or my mouth?
[ Licking his lips, Baby nods, eyes half closed as he lets his fingers move, trace along the back of her hip, down to her thigh, feather-like touch when he travels back up, up, up, walking them up her ribs, to the underside of her breasts. ]
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How do I...how...help me?
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He moans, loud and unabashed, pressing the sound into her skin as he kisses her, cheekbone, jaw, her chin, her lips; more sharing breaths than a proper kiss. ]
Good?
[ It’s barely a word, his voice scraped raw, his hands all over her back, wanting to see her as much as he is feeling her against him, but completely unwilling to move back when she feels so good Baby is losing his mind. ]
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Too good. Perfect.
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At this point, his boxers front are completely damp, with how wet Sansa is but also his own precome, hips stuttering a little. He forces himself to look back up into her face, flushed and so beautiful he could look at her all day long. ]
You gonna come for me again?
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( It's not like Sansa to be completely nonverbal but she's at a loss for words when he asks her if she'll come for him again. She thinks she will, honestly, and it's a little insane that he can bring her to that pleasure without even directly touching her. Sansa had no idea this was even possible until a little while ago and now she's reaching that peak again rubbing against his hardness. )
Baby? Baby, please.
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Please, Baby? Please come for me. Let me feel it and know I did it?
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Did I...do that right?
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Yeah. Yeah, you definitely did.
[ He knows he’s blushing, face probably a little blotchy, sweaty. ]
Did you like that?
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( It comes out automatically and Sansa presses her face against Baby's neck and giggles, laughing at herself for accidentally saying that of all things.
She lifts her head after a moment and gives him a grin. )
I'm sorry, it's just habit. Yes, Baby, I enjoyed it.
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[ Which he knows isn’t the case here. She looks too happy, her hair a mess of fiery red around her head, her smile glorious. ]
Was it - was it the first time, for you? [ He means orgasms, but suddenly, his Southern-ness kicks in, and he can’t find it in himself to say it out loud. ]
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( Perhaps it's not quite what he meant but Sansa is in a particular mood and she's very amused and very happy. She sighs a bit at the feel of his fingertips along her skin and rolls over to lay on her back for a moment. She looks over at him, still smiling brightly. )
Under your mouth was the first time.
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That’s what I meant. Just, in general, tonight.
[ She looks so happy, it’s contagious, making him smile even bigger, brighter, something deeply satisfying in having been the one to make her this content. ]
Was it anything like what you expected?
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No, I couldn't have expected that. I've never even been told that was possible, not until you mentioned it. This isn't something they tell women about where I'm from.
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Well, if you ever want to give it another go, I am your humble servant.
[ His smile is a little cheeky, teasing. ]
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I'm certain I'll want it again. That felt entirely too good to go without for the rest of my life. ( Sansa smiles a bit, slightly shy. ) How often am I allowed to ask?
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Any time you want. All the time. How often as you wish. Seriously.
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It would be selfish to ask for another now wouldn't it? Because I am seriously considering the possibility.
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I’d still give it to you. I need some time to recuperate myself, but if you think you’ve got another in you, believe me I’ll do my best to get it out.
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I think I want one.
( Sansa flips down the blankets so that Baby can see her again and grins at him. )
Please, Baby?
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Well, what would you prefer? My fingers, or my mouth?
[ His voice is low, a little teasing. ]
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( Sansa squirms a little under his hand and gives him a sweet, beautiful smile. He makes her feel like the sun in all its splendor sometimes. )
Fingers? I want to kiss you during.
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Can I?
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( Baby’s fingers send a wake of shivers down Sansa’s spine and when he pauses, she whines and arches her back a bit to push into his hand. )
Yes, please.
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