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Chapter 9

Margaery saw that something had happened the moment Sansa walked back in the shop.

"Sa…"

"Marge, can you cover for me for the rest of the day?" asked Sansa.

"Yeah, sure. What happened?" asked Margaery, curiosity bursting from her.

"I…I'll tell you later," replied Sansa, turning to leave. "I…I can't right now. Come up after close."

"Ok. Are you alright?" her friend asked, worry lacing her voice.

"Yeah, yeah. I gotta go," came the vague reply.

Sansa wanted to feel guilty about leaving the others for the last few hours of the café's opening, but her mind was whirling in a million directions and she knew she would be less than useless. She'd probably be a hazard, if anything.

Entering her apartment, Sansa threw herself down on her sofa, trying to get her roiling emotions into some sort of order.

She never dreamed that when she saw Sandor today, things between them would escalate to this extent. As much as she wanted him, the fact that she nearly had sex, having not even been kissed by him before today, in a unfinished renovation and without any thought to any kind of protection, was a lot to process. Only a timely - or was it, untimely? - delivery truck stopped them.

Sansa lifted her hands and saw that they still trembled a little. The hands that had caressed and stroked Sandor's body.

A smile broke out on her face. Oh, and it had been glorious! He had been glorious!

And he was coming over for what was essentially a booty call.

Though Sansa hoped that it would become something more.

For now, though, she had things to do.

Jumping into the shower, Sansa scrubbed, shaved and polished her skin to within an inch of its life. A towel wrapped around her body and head, she rummaged around her new underwear to pick out what set she was going to wear. She selected a soft pink teddy that made her feel sexy and would go with the short, summer dress she had hanging in her wardrobe. She would change into both later, before Sandor arrived.

He hadn't given her an actual arrival time, but Sansa surmised he wouldn't arrive until at least seven, giving her enough time to tidy the house, change the sheets and run out to the shops for some necessary supplies. Like condoms.

Sansa had been on the pill for years but she didn't know anything about Sandor's sexual history so it was best to be prudent. Something they had totally forgotten about earlier.

She had just returned from the shops with the makings of home-made pizzas – they may need to keep up their strength – when Margaery called out before coming inside.

"What the hell happened, Sansa?" she asked, taking in the grocery bags on the counter. "You went to give Sandor his coffee and then disappeared."

Without going into the gory details, Sansa told Margaery of the events at the house, Margaery squealing louder and louder with each word. "And he's coming over tonight."

"To finish what he started," laughed Margaery. "Girl, I'm proud of you. If what you've told me is true, you are going to have a great night. Are you all prepared?"

"Yep. Scrubbed, shaved, picked out my lingerie, got food and these," she replied, holding up the box of condoms.

"Extra Large?" chuckled Margaery. "Lucky you. Are you hoping to use the whole box tonight?"

Sansa grinned. "I wasn't sure but what I touched certainly felt extra large. And I aim to use as many as we can, and save the rest for next time, hopefully."

Margaery squealed again and, giggling like schoolgirls, Sansa lead her friend to her room to show her what she planned to wear that evening.


Sandor nervously knocked on Sansa's door before brushing his clammy hand on his jeans.

He didn't know why he felt nervous. They both knew what he was here for and they both wanted it. Maybe, because for him it felt like more than just a hook-up. At least, he hoped it would be more than a one-time thing. He wanted Sansa for more than just her body – spectacular though that was.

The afternoon had been pretty much a write-off and after the delivery was completed – the poor driver couldn't wait to get out of there as Sandor glared hatefully at him the entire time – he locked up and went to see Bronn.

Bronn guessed something was up and when Sandor told him where he was going later, he crowed with delight. When he started giving Sandor advice, Sandor told him to fuck off as he wasn't some sort of virgin who didn't know what he was doing. Bronn just calmly pointed out that he didn't have any sort of feelings for his previous flings, so this was a big deal. Sandor reluctantly admitted that Bronn was right.

After taking Stranger for a quick run at the local park, he stood in front of his wardrobe and agonised over what shirt to wear. He was so used to wearing his work clothes and casual clothes on the weekends that he didn't know what was appropriate for a night like this.

In the end, he picked out a white shirt with thin, pale blue pinstripes that his sister had given him for Christmas.

He was checking that there weren't any obvious creases when the door opened. Looking up, he felt that familiar ache as well as the lack of air as he took in Sansa's appearance.

Standing barefoot in the glow of the light behind her, her body was outlined through the thin material of her dress. Her hair was floating around her shoulders, their only adornment other than the straps. He could smell the light fragrance of lemons that she seemed to favour and which was quickly becoming his favourite too.

Sandor's gaze ran over her face, taking in her soft lips before meeting her eyes, which shone with welcome and the knowledge of what would transpire tonight.

"Hi, Sandor," she greeted breathily.

"Uh, hi Lit…um, Sansa," he replied, kicking himself for acting like a boy on his first date.

"I like 'Little Bird'," she told him. "I mean, you can call me Sansa, but I…"

Sandor smirked, relieved that she was chirping nervously herself. It made him more relaxed that they were both in the same state.

"Here, I brought you these," he said, pulling a bunch of daisies from behind his back. "You…you look beautiful."

If the look of delight on Sansa's face at his gift was how she always reacted, he would gladly give her flowers every day of his life.

"Oh, Sandor! They're lovely! That's so sweet of you," she cried, beaming up at him as she took the flowers and buried her nose in them. "Thank you. I love them." Reaching up, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him.

Once again, the thrill of desire raced through them both. The quick peck turned into a sensual kiss, full of promise. Sandor was the first to pull back.

"Maybe we should go inside," he suggested huskily, realising they were in full view of the road.

Sansa blushed, and with a light giggle, stood back to let him into her home.

As he passed her, she took the opportunity to ogle his backside, lovingly encased in the denim. In fact, his whole appearance surprised her. After seeing him only in work clothes, he looked remarkably suave. His shirt was tightly stretched across his shoulders, straining at the seams, the rolled up cuffs emphasising the strength and shapeliness of his forearms and his jeans just made his long legs look even longer.

All in all, Sandor looked scrumptious.

"Take a seat, Sandor. I'll just put these in water. Have you eaten? Would you like something to drink?" she asked as she searched her cupboards for a vase.

Sandor took in the open-plan room which encompassed the kitchen, eating nook, and living area. It was light and airy. Very Sansa.

"Nice place," he said, admiring the view. Of Sansa stretching up to grab a glass vase. "Need help?" he asked softly, coming to stand close behind her, inhaling her scent.

Sansa sighed softly as she pressed back against him so that practically his whole body touched hers. Reaching up, he took hold of both the vase and her hand, neither moving.

As had happened at the house, they were once again drawn into that desire-filled bubble where time seemed to stand still.

Sandor was the first to move, tenderly bussing the skin of her shoulder before gliding his mouth up to her throat, his open-mouthed kiss causing Sansa's head to fall back onto his shoulder, giving him full access.

Vase totally forgotten, he kissed her creamy throat, his tongue tracing the faint throbbing pulse. He had taken hold of her waist, gently squeezing and stroking as he savoured her, her soft little moans the only sound in the room.

As Sansa turned her head, searching for his mouth, his hands slid upwards and cupped her breasts, swallowing her faint gasp of pleasure. As they kissed, he kneaded her breasts, which filled his large hands perfectly, the material of her underwear sliding over the sensitised nipples. When she raised her arm to cup his face, Sandor had even greater access.

"Oh, Sandor," she breathed as his fingers gently tweaked and pulled on both nipples, clearly outlined now in their arousal.

For several minutes, they stood at the kitchen counter, kissing and caressing, Sansa pushing back into his hardness as she reached back around to fondle his backside as much as possible while Sandor feasted on her mouth and neck.

"Little Bird," he growled into her ear, making her shudder in delight. "I want you so much." Taking her sensitive earlobe in his mouth he sucked and nibbled, loving her little gasps.

With a moan, Sansa pulled away enough to turn in his arms, pulling his head back to her, kissing him deeply, urgently. Running out of breath, she released his mouth, panting heavily. Giving him a smile full of promise, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom, Sandor following like a devoted puppy.

Her bedroom was like her, feminine and airy, mainly in white with splashes of colour via the pillows and furnishings. Sandor vaguely registered this as he closed the door behind him.

For a brief moment, he was assailed with doubt, now that he was finally going to sleep with his little bird. Would he be able to satisfy her? What if he inadvertently hurt her? What if she was disappointed with him?

All doubts fled the moment she dropped the dress, standing only in some sort of pink, one-piece lacy thing that made her skin glow and barely hid anything behind the sheer material. She looked both the picture of innocence and temptation at the same time. His already hard cock positively throbbed at the sight of her.

"Fuck me!" he breathed throatily, unable to believe he was allowed touch something that beautiful.

"That's the idea, Sandor," she joked lightly, elated at his response to her. "I think you're overdressed." When Sandor nodded in a daze, she reached out. "Let me do it."

This was what she had wanted since the moment he walked into her shop and it seemed almost surreal that she was about to touch him, caress him, enjoy his magnificent body. Share this intimacy with him.

With his hands stroking her silk-covered skin, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing every bit of exposed skin. Once completely undone, she pushed the material off his shoulders, thrilling at the firmness of his torso, steel encased in the softness of skin and hair. He groaned softly, hands urgently kneading her breasts as she traced every dip and hollow with her hands and mouth. As her mouth sucked his puckered little nipple into her mouth, he gave a loud gasp of pleasure. That spurred her to give its twin the same treatment before moving down, tongue laving the grooves of his chiselled abdomen.

Quickly undoing his belt and zip, she pushed the denim down, leaving only his straining black boxer briefs. Sansa bit her lip at the evidence of his desire. She palmed him over the material, Sandor's erection jumping in her hand.

Taking a breath, she pulled down the final barrier, his cock springing free of its confines and she couldn't help her gasp. He was exquisite. Large, in proportion with the rest of him, his cock stood proudly from its nest of dark curls and nicely rounded balls, thick and deliciously veined, the dark-pink head weeping a little with Sandor's arousal.

Hesitating a moment, not having done this in years, and not enjoying then either, Sansa knew this was totally different. She wanted this, wanted him.

Lowering herself to her knees as one hand took a firm hold of him, she leaned forward and delicately licked the head, tasting him for the first time.

"Little Bird! Fuck!" he gasped, his hands reaching for her. "You d…don't…h…ha…have…to!" His lips said one thing but his eyes were practically begging for her mouth.

"Shh, Sandor," she replied. "Let me. I want to."

His head falling back in defeat, Sansa's tongue traced the thick vein that ran from the base of his cock nearly up to the head a couple of times before engulfing him in her mouth as far as she could. His size meant there was still a lot of him left over, so she used her hand to stroke him, the other cupping his balls, gently squeezing.

"Fuck! Oh, shit!" Sandor groaned, his hands grabbing handfuls of her fiery hair but being careful not to pull on it. "Little Bird, that's…"

"Mmm…" was all she could respond with, absolutely loving the taste of him, licking up each drop, elation coursing through her at having this giant of a man becoming absolute putty in her hands. She quickly developed a rhythm of sucking and stroking in tandem. With one hand she reached down and felt between her legs, astounded at how wet she was, never having realised how much pleasure she could get from giving him pleasure.

Sansa was enjoying herself so much that when he gently pulled his cock out of her mouth, she couldn't help pouting up at him.

Sandor chuckled breathlessly. "As much as I loved that, Little Bird, if you keep it up, this will be over pretty soon. At least for now. It's been a long time."

Standing up, she kissed him, his wet cock pressing insistently into her stomach. "For me too," she told him, caressing his scars. "How long?"

Hands on her arse, he ground himself into her before he spoke. "Over six months. You?"

"Years," she replied

Sandor looked at her with astonishment. "What's wrong with the men of Sydney? The most gorgeous woman I've ever met … wow." He just shook his head.

Taking hold of her shoulders, he pushed the straps of her teddy down, the silky material falling to pool at her feet, leaving her completely bare to his gaze.

Sandor sucked in his breath, awe in eyes as he looked at her. "Little Bird, you…what are doing with someone like me?"

Pulling him down for another kiss, Sansa gave him a mock frown. "I like you. I want you. So take me."

Taking a step, Sandor quickly realised he still had his jeans and underpants around his ankles. "Get on the bed, Little Bird," he rasped, as he completely stripped.

Sansa lay back on her elbows, like some goddess demanding worship. Worship he was more than happy to give. He stood at the foot of bed for a moment, taking in the perfection of her body, her rounded breasts, the feminine dip of her waist, those long, long legs and finally, her mound, shaved with just a tiny patch of red hair.

Sandor's mouth watered.

Like some sort of predator, he climbed on the bed, eyes never leaving hers, as he covered her body with his. Warm skin melded together as he kissed her deeply, careful not to rest his whole weight on her.

As much as Sandor wanted to be inside his Little Bird, he also wanted to savour the feast laid out before him, despite Sansa thrusting her hips up, driving his already painfully hard erection almost to the brink.

Leaning back, he made his way down her body, licking, nipping and sucking as much skin as he could reach, spurred on by her sexy little gasps and moans. He took some time at her breasts, feasting on them like a man starved, pushing the pebbled tips together so he could suckle on them both.

Reluctantly moving on, he kissed the curves and dips of her torso, before moving to her feet, leaving his main prize for last. Kissing his way up and down each leg, stroking her satiny inner thighs, learning that Sansa had a ticklish spot behind her knee, he gently pushed her legs apart, revealing all of her to his lustful gaze.

Fuck, but she had the prettiest cunny he'd ever seen!

He did nothing but stare at the pink, petal-like folds, admiring the artistry of the female body. Reaching out with one finger, he traced the outer lips, already slippery with her arousal, watching Sansa's face for her reaction. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples erect and flushed.

"So pretty," he murmured.

Parting her folds, he rubbed his finger up and down over her opening, teasing the engorged bud before gently pushing his finger into her, Sansa's loud moan, as well as another surge of wetness, signalling her approval.

Needing to taste her sweetness, he ran his tongue over her, circling her clit lazily before moving to thrust his tongue into her.

"Oh god!" cried Sansa, back arching off the bed and fingers gripping the bedcovers.

When he sucked her clit into his mouth, Sandor almost had to hold Sansa down, smiling to himself. She was so responsive. He loved it!

Determined to watch his Little Bird lose control, he suckled her as he pushed his finger back into her, massaging her tight walls. She got louder and louder as she neared her climax, her hands gripping Sandor's hair.

"Sandor! Oh, fuuuuck!" she keened as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of sensation as Sandor thirstily drank up her gush of arousal.

Sansa eyes rolled in her head as wave after wave of bliss took over her body. She still hadn't quite come down when Sandor raised himself over her, beard damp from her juices. Rubbing his weeping cock over her opening, he covered himself in her arousal, making her shiver despite just having come.

"I need to fuck you now, Little Bird," he panted.

Sansa pointed to the box of condoms on the bedside table, Sandor grabbing one and hastily putting it on.

Opening her legs even further, Sandor accepted her invitation and lowered himself down into the cradle of her hips, pushing into her, both of them gasping at the sense of relief at finally being joined.

Oh god, it felt so good! It took him a few thrusts to completely bury himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her in a delicious way. Sansa wrapped her arms and legs around him, not wanting him to ever leave her body if this is what good, no, spectacular, sex felt like.

For a few heartbeats, they were still, looking into each other's eyes, as they relished the feel of his body inside hers and letting her adjust to his size.

"You feel so good inside me," she whispered.

In response, Sandor kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth before shifting his hips a little, testing her readiness.

"Yes!"

Receiving his answer, Sandor pulled back slowly before plunging back into her, gritting his teeth as her tight walls gripped his cock. He tried to go slow, but his body refused to co-operate and his hips were soon rapidly driving in and out of his Little Bird, her keening cries of delight spurring him on.

"Fuck, Little…Bird," he panted. "I'm…close."

"Me…oh yes…too," came the halting reply.

Lifting himself onto his hands, he looked down at her as he fucked her, watching her breasts bounce with each frantic thrust, eyes closed as her head thrashed around on the pillow, her hair a messy cloud around her head. She was a picture of carnal wantonness.

Sandor felt his cock grow even harder, signalling his impending climax. He wanted to stay inside her forever, but it had been a long time since he'd last had sex and his cock was too impatient. This time.

"I'm cumming," he ground out.

"Mmmm….yes…oh god…yes!"

Her words were the final impetus he needed. He fucked into her a couple more times, hard enough to rock the entire bed until she cried out.

"Sandor! Yessss! AHHH!"

Her climax triggered his own, her walls clenching and unclenching on his cock. With a loud grunt, he plunged one last time, buried himself to the hilt and came inside her with such force he felt light-headed. Pulse after pulse of his seed was pumped into the condom, until, with a final spurt, he collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck, completely spent.

Neither could say anything for a while, just remaining locked together until their bodies calmed down enough for their brains to re-start, lungs desperately trying to get the air that their orgasms had stolen from them.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Sandor lifted his sweaty face and looked into her equally flushed and sweaty one and gave her a soft peck on the lips.

"Wow, Little Bird," he smiled, still breathless.

Sansa smiled back. "Yeah, wow!"


A/N: Was it good for you? Only a couple of chapters left now.