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Love and Comfort	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The first rays of dawn broke slowly, filling the room with light from the open window, shining down on the pair, sleeping in each other’s arms. Jon woke slowly and noticed an odd weight on his arm. Looking down he spotted Sansa in his bed. His arms wrapped around Sansa, her nude body pressed against him under the bed covers. Her head lay on his right arm, his left wrapped around her middle. Jon looked at her and smiled.
“She is so beautiful,” he thought to himself as his lips curled upward in a smile.
He cradled her in his arms, watching her sleep, her mouth twitching ever so slightly as she mumbled in her sleep, “Jon, I love you,” she said causing him to jump slightly in shock, having never heard her say that before, which woke her up.
Sansa blinked sleepily, sitting up and looking around, dazed and confused before the memory of last night came back, and she realized she was naked in her brother’s bed. Her face turned crimson as she blushed, moving to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, only for Jon to stop her, taking her hands in his and kissing her fingertips before leaning in, softly pressing his lips against hers in a gentle and loving kiss.
Sansa melted into his embrace and pressed herself up against him deepening the kiss. Jon's hands roamed, teasing and tracing the contours of her body, his tongue parting her lips, probing her mouth gently as she ground her hips against him, eliciting a moan from Jon. His member swelling, becoming hard as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, her legs on either side of him as she gasped. Sansa looked up at him, her cheeks coloring as she blushed, a nervous fluttering in her stomach as she tried to turn her face to the side. Jon held her face in his hands, kissing her cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, Sansa,” He said smiling warmly and gazing lovingly into her eyes.
Sansa beamed, looking up at him. “Do you think so?” she asked, her hands cupping his cheeks as he ground his member against her heated core, rapidly feeling herself becoming aroused as she looked up at him, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Sansa, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jon said, his member hard and throbbing, pressed tight against her wet sex as the heat of her core drove him wild. He longed to have her, terribly aroused as he gazed at her, wishing desperately to be inside her, thrusting away, taking his pleasure from her body. He was sure he would go mad otherwise. He reached up and cupped her cheeks, kissing her lips before gazing into her eyes.
“I need you, Sansa. More than anything. Will you give yourself to me, body and soul?” he asked, gazing at her longingly.
Sansa gulped looking up at him, her head swimming as she bit her bottom lip. “It was all happening so fast; this is what she had secretly fantasized about, lying in her bed at night, but was she ready for something like this? She loved him more than anything, she knew that, and she was sure she would have no regrets about it later, but it all seemed like an impossible, beautiful dream. Omg. Am I dreaming?” she thought to herself.
Still, her mind was made up. She smiled, looking up into his eyes and nodded, causing him to grin. “Yes, Jon. Yes. I love you more than anything.” She said.
Jon smiled at her genuinely, his fingers teasing across her scalp. Gently but firmly he tugged her hair, forcing her head back, exposing her neck as his lips trailed searing kisses across her skin. Jon’s hands roamed her torso, teasing and caressing, his hips grinding hard against her. She moaned and whimpered, his soft kisses driving her wild. Flushed and overcome with arousal she tangled her fingers in his dark hair as his lips found her cleavage, gently kissing and nibbling her small, budding breasts.
Jon’s lips captured one of her nipples then the other, tongue teasing and swirling around the rapidly hardening nubs, causing her back to arch as she grew breathless with need, her body on fire as his hands kneaded her breasts, fingers plying the firm, sensitive flesh, making her moan and squirm beneath him. Jon moved down the bed, nuzzling and kissing her flat stomach, his hands caressing her bare thighs, causing her breath to catch in her throat as he moved lower, kissing the firm skin of her abdomen.
Sansa’s head was swimming; her body a pile of mindless goo as Jon’s fingertips gently caressed the wet pink lips of her sex. She gasped and propped herself up on her elbows, forcing herself to focus on him. She felt his face nuzzling against the soft fuzz covering her slit, his warm breath driving her wild as his tongue swiped out, teasing the soft wet lips and all of a sudden she stopped moving. Lights exploded behind her eyes as his fingertips found the budding nubbin at the top of her slit, teasing it in slow circles, gently pinching it driving her wild, her hips bucking as his tongue dove between her lips, teasing, tasting, tormenting her before pushing into her wet sheath, thrusting in and out of her, tasting her juices.
Sansa gasped and writhed on the bed. She had never imagined such pleasure could exist. Her normal calm air evaporating as her mind went blank. She couldn’t breathe or think. Her head was spinning as waves of ecstasy coursed through her, making her body tense, her stomach knotting. She thought for sure she would go mad, and then the knot burst, and she gasped, crying out as everything went blank, her body trapped in an endless sea of pleasure, her fingers tangling in Jon’s hair, holding his face against her like a lifeline, afraid to let go lest she be lost.
As she slowly came back to earth, panting hard, she struggled to sit up, looking down at Jon through half-lidded eyes, seeing him smirking up at her, his face glistening, his tongue darting out across his lips, tasting her juices as he grinned at her. Jon smiled, moving back up, his body pinning her to the bed, claiming her lips in a kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue as he reached down, rubbing the head of his member against her sex, making her gasp.
As he pressed the tip against her slick entrance, he braced himself with his right arm, looking into her eyes, whispering words of love as he slowly pushed his hips forward, the head of his member pressing past her entrance. His tip was inside her, and he moaned aloud, gently pushing forwards, little by little, her walls contracting, squeezing down on him driving him wild as he met resistance and she jumped a bit, his tip pressed against her maidenhead. He kissed her deeply to soothe her fears and held her in his arms until she nodded her consent.
Jon cradled her against his muscular chest, his hips thrusting forward, his member tearing away her virtue before stilling himself inside her, causing her to stiffen and cry out in pain. He held her close, his lips trailing soft kisses across her cheek as she whimpered, her face buried in his shoulder, a few tears falling from her eyes as the pain slowly faded. He kissed her deeply, brushing away her tears until she smiled weakly and he began to move again, thrusting gently into her tight heat, his breath catching as she clung tightly to him, biting her lip, his hips rocking back and forth, smacking lightly against her thighs.
She looked him in the eye, cupping his cheeks in her soft hands, pale fingers splayed across his skin. “F…faster, please Jon,” She whimpered, stifling a soft moan and looking embarrassed as she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper inside her. Sansa ached for his embrace, that emptiness finally gone as she gasped and moaned. His hips thrusting faster, his member pushing in and out, in and out of her more quickly, harder and deeper as the bed creaked and shook. The headboard was hitting hard against the stone wall, the heady scent of their love and lust filling the room like a thick cloud.
Sansa raked her nails against the flesh of his back, making him cry out, before leaning down, kissing and cupping her breasts, teasing his tongue across her nipples. Jon’s teeth bit down gently on the hard nubs as his free hand slipped between their bodies, teasing and tugging softly on her swollen clit, making her pant, her body stiffening as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her back arched and she cried out, her soft velvet sheath clamping down on his member as he moaned her name over and over. She felt his member swelling inside her and instinct led her to squeeze down on him making him grunt, his seed spilling into her womb as they both collapsed on the bed. He pulled her tight against his chest, kissing her forehead as she lay happily in his arms, her head resting against his chest, his fingers in her hair. They held each other like that for a while, catching their breath, coming down from their bliss, before Sansa looked up into Jon’s eyes, worrying softly at her bottom lip.
“Do you love me, Jon?” She asked, gazing into his dark eyes.
Jon smiled, watching her for a moment. She was breathtakingly beautiful. He reached up, cupping her cheek. “I love you dearly, Sansa. You’re my beautiful, precious little flower,” he said.
The sun was shining now, and Jon looked over to the clock on the bedside, noting it said 5:26 am. It would be time to head down for breakfast in about half an hour. So, they spent a few more minutes in each other’s arms before they decided to get up, Sansa pulling on her panties and nightgown, headed to her room to bathe and dress while Jon did the same.
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