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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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Sansa smiled to herself as she sat with the other girls on the balcony, practicing her stitching. It had been two days since her brother had taken her maidenhead. She had been sore for a little while, but she had no regrets. Since then they had only been able to sneak the occasional secret kiss here and there. They couldn’t risk getting caught. Still thoughts of that morning and being in Jon’s arms made her stomach flutter, her body tingling as she longed to be with him again, in that way.
She looked down into the yard, seeing him there, fencing with Rodrik Poole, the instructor their father had hired to teach her brothers. “Gods, he’s so handsome,” she thought to herself, admiring him as he moved.
She felt that familiar heat, the dampness building between her thighs as she flushed, quickly tearing her eyes away from him and focusing on her stitching. Jeyne had been talking about something silly, but she didn’t notice so she smiled and nodded here and there, pretending she had been listening.
Jon was flushed and sweating, his shirt sticking to his skin, he reached up wiping his brow as he paused to catch his breath. Looking up he saw her on the balcony, and his heart ached, his need to be with her, to touch her and hold her in his arms nearly overwhelming him. For the last three days, she and Arya had both consumed his every waking thought. His stomach did flips every time he saw them. He and Sansa had shared a few brief kisses, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed his mates.
He was finished for the day, so he put away the fencing gear and headed inside, wiping himself off with a towel before walking upstairs to his bedroom to shower and change. Later he went to seek Sansa, finding her on the balcony of the ladies’ parlor. He approached her, clearing his throat.
“Sansa, I’ve come to take you out for your riding lesson,” he said.
Recently he had been escorting her out onto the grounds, teaching her horse riding. It was during this time each day that they got to be alone with each other, sharing brief kisses and cuddles. Sansa smiled, putting away her sewing in a wicker basket in the parlor before following him out of the parlor towards her room, where he waited outside while she changed into her riding clothes, a smooth sky-blue blouse, matching riding shorts and a pair of black, patent leather riding boots with silver buckles, her long, auburn curls hanging loosely about her shoulders.
Ever the gentleman, he offered her his arm, which she took, a blush on her face and he escorted her out into the stables, finding them empty. As she headed towards the horses’ stalls, he suddenly stopped her, pushing her against a bale of hay, pinning her arms to her sides, his lips finding hers, kissing her deeply, he ground his hips against her abdomen, causing her to stiffen and moan into their kiss. He pulled her tight against him, leaning in close and whispered softly into her ear, “I love you, Sansa.”
Sansa beamed happily, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his lips trailing kisses along her neck. Slowly they pulled apart, flushed and smiling and Jon led Sansa over to a mare in a nearby stall, leading the horse out and helping Sansa to saddle it before mounting as he then saddled and mounted his own horse, both riding out onto the grounds, the wind blowing in their hair as they kicked their horses into a light trot.
They spent a comfortable hour riding around the grounds of the Stark manor before coming to a stop at a small lake on the edge of the property. They dismounted, hitching their horses to a nearby fence post, allowing them to graze while Jon went to his saddlebags, removing a picnic blanket, a thermos of tea and a paper bag filled with sandwiches. He spread out the picnic blanket and they took their boots off before they each sat down, Jon pulling Sansa into his arms, kissing her deeply, his hands reaching up, caressing her cheeks. Neither wanted the kiss to end but they eventually pulled away, gasping for air, their faces flushed, Sansa blushing softly, Jon grinning at her as held her against his powerful chest.
They enjoyed the moment, neither wanting to break apart before Jon lay Sansa back on the blanket, covering her with his body, his fingers carding through her hair, his lips trailing soft kisses across her jaw, moving down, nuzzling her small budding breasts through her blouse. As he worked the buttons, pulling her blouse open, he began gently kissing and nibbling her cleavage, causing Sansa to moan softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding his head against her chest. He tugged her bra down below her breasts, cupping and kneading the firm mounds, plying the flesh between his fingers as he suckled greedily at her breasts, teasing and swiping her nipples with his tongue, the wet muscle swirling around the hardened nubs as Sansa whimpered softly, her body becoming hot, the dampness between her legs growing, her breath catching as she moaned his name.
Jon reached down, caressing her thighs, his fingers inching closer to her heated core, pressing firmly against the soft mound through the fabric of her clothes, his left hand slipping through the leg of her shorts, pushing inside, stroking her sex through the crotch of her panties. She was wet for him. He smiled, kissing her lips, his hands tugging down her shorts. Sansa raised her hips, helping him, propping herself up on her elbows as he tossed them to the side, then leaned in, kissing and nibbling his way up her thighs, his fingers teasing the lips of her sex through the damp crotch of her panties, his teeth gently nibbling the backs of her knees before moving higher, his face nuzzling her smooth, slender thighs, his hands gripping her hips, gently nuzzling her womanhood through her panties.
Jon hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down her hips, pulling them off before raising them to his nose, deeply inhaling her scent, causing her to blush as she watched him. “Do I smell good, Jon?” She asked nervously, looking up at him.
“Simply divine, my love,” Jon said, the front of his trousers bulging as he looked at her, a goofy grin on his face.
He knelt down, nuzzling the soft copper fuzz covering her sex, his tongue teasing the wet lips, purring in the back of his throat as he tasted her sweet honey, his fingers gently parting her lower lips, his tongue teasing slow circles around her slick entrance, gently thrusting the velvet muscle into her sheath. Breathless, her mind fogged with pleasure she moaned his name as his thumb pressed firmly but gently against her budding clit, rubbing circles over the nubbin, her hips pressing hard against him as he lapped her flowing juices, fucking her with his tongue, making her cry out.
Her back arched, body tense as he slipped a thick finger inside her clutching sheath, wrapping his lips around her swollen clit, sucking and gently nibbling it, his tongue teasing it with gentle swipes, making her lightheaded, her vision swimming as she grabbed his head, forcing it hard against her. Her world was now a haze of pleasure, lights exploding behind her eyes, making it impossible to think, she focused on the pleasure she felt, her stomach knotting, bucking her hips against his teasing tongue and fingers, breathing hard, her body writhing in ecstasy as she came, flooding his mouth with her juices, she collapsed back, eyes shut tight as she began to pant, the world slowly coming back into focus.
Jon smiled, his face glistening as he pulled her into his lap, holding her against his chest, kissing her forehead as she came down from her orgasm, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looked up at him shyly, a smile on her face as he held her.
“I love you, Sansa.” He said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, leaning down he kissed her, wetting her lips with her juices.
She lost herself in the kiss as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her lips parted admitting his probing tongue, wrestling with her own as she felt his hard bulge grind against her hips. She wanted him. Needed to feel him inside her again, that aching emptiness returning as his hands cupped her breasts, kneading the firm mounds, his lips trailing down along her jaw, kissing and gently nibbling her neck, sucking hard on the teeth marks, he pulled away, leaving an angry red mark on her neck.
Jon was breathing hard, his need for her driving him forward as his fingers tugged and pinched her nipples, making her moan loudly. Sansa slipped her left hand down, teasing her slippery lower lips apart, a finger dipping inside, thrusting in and out of her tight heat. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more, she needed Jon.
She looked up into his eyes, cupping his cheek with her right hand, gazing into his eyes. “Jon, please…make love to me,” she said.
He grinned, kissing her before laying her gently on the blanket, he stood, unfastening his trousers, sliding them down his hips along with his boxers, his hard manhood springing forth, jutting out in front of him as he knelt before her, moving between her legs, his left hand on her hip as his right hand guided his stiff, throbbing member to her slick entrance, thrusting his hips forward he buried himself to the hilt inside her in one slow thrust, driving him mad with lust as her tight heat swallowed him whole, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled him tight against her. She looked up into his half-closed eyes, his hips rocking, thrusting gently in and out of her, his hands caressing her pale thighs, fingers teasing the soft firm cheeks of her rear, hands smacking the cheeks, making her jump, a grin on her face as he moaned.
Jon sat back on his heels, lifting her up against his chest, his arms around her, bouncing her gently up and down on his member. Sansa wrapped her legs around his middle, her body pressed tight against his while his lips trailed across her neck, kissing and nuzzling her snow-white skin. Jon's fingers toyed with her auburn hair as he spoke breathily.
“Oh, Sansa. Gods above, I love you. I’ll never let you go. Wolves mate for life. You’re mine and I am yours,” he said, his eyes gazing into hers making her smile.
She nodded her head as he rocked his hips, thrusting upwards into her fast and hard, driving her mad with pleasure, her stomach fluttering, making her pant, his lips trailing kisses over her breasts, suckling at her nipples like a hungry babe as he drove himself into her over and over, their cries filling the air as her inner walls clenched tight around his member, her orgasm hitting her hard, making her vision blurry, her juices gushing out, coating his shaft and thighs, his member swelling inside her, his seed spilling into her clutching sheath, flooding her womb.
They lay back on the blanket, cuddling in each other’s arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Jon smiled, holding her in his lap, his hands caressing her arms, his lips against her cheek as they enjoyed the summer sunshine before slowly standing, pulling on their clothes.
Jon unscrewed the thermos and poured the tea into the cup and offered it to her, she accepted, drinking while Jon opened the bag of sandwiches and they ate while cuddling against each other. After finishing their lunch, they packed up the food and folded the blanket, stowing it in Jon’s saddlebag. Jon helped her to mount her horse before unhitching them, mounting up beside her, they rode back to the manor, laughing and racing each other.
When they reached the manor, they dismounted and led the horses into the stables, unsaddling them and leading them into the stalls. Jon pressed Sansa against the wall of the stable, kissing her deeply, his left hand cupping her cheek.
“I love you, Sansa.” He said smiling softly as he gazed into her eyes. A quiet gasp of shock broke them apart and they looked to the doorway of the stables. Standing there watching them, was their sister Arya, tears in her eyes…
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