p id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-af36-b195-577e-d90351295b94" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 39.36710834503174px; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"After a little while Petyr spoke again "I'm glad that I am the one who is helping you now Sansa, I never imagined I would get so lucky. You truly are the woman of my dreams." Petyr looked Sansa in the eyes and continued, "The moment you told me you would marry me was the happiest of my life." Sansa smiled wide and looked deep into Petyr's eyes. "I love you" she said clearly. Then she stood up and held out her hand for him, he stood and put his hand in hers and she led him back over to the bed. She leaned him against the side and she started to kiss him. He kissed back automatically but gasped when Sansa pushed her tongue in through his slightly parted lips. She moved her tongue around inside his mouth learning his topography moving faster and more intensely. Petyr who was kissing her back in sync with her movements let out a primal moan, he lifted Sansa up onto the bed and joined her there. At that moment Sansa started to undress Petyr, taking off his cloak and then unlacing his shirt. Petyr wanted so much to continue, but he couldn't let Sansa go any further. Regretfully, he pulled away from the kiss and with a hoarse voice he said. "Sansa I think you know how badly I want this, but it isn't right, we are not married yet. We need to wait until then before we go any further." gently, he separated himself from her lacing his shirt back up. Sansa let out a moan, "please, Petyr I want you…" That moan drove Petyr insane, his fading erection grew stiff again pressing almost painfully against the inside of his pants, Petyr wanted so much to be inside Sansa, to give her pleasures he knew she had never experienced. he couldn't believe he was still going to say no. Before he could open his mouth Sansa's hand found his bulge and started stroking it with soft rhythmic motions. "Please Petyr she begged again, I know you want to". He gasped and grasped the blankets in a tight fist while arching his head back in pleasure. Then, Sansa took his hand and started moving it up her body towards her breasts, but Petyr regretfully pulled away and sat up, pulling her with him, "Sansa, you know I want to, but I can't. I don't feel right about it. I want our first time to be right, I want everything to be perfect. I love you Sansa, but as much as I want to, we can't do this, not yet." Petyr kissed Sansa's forehead and stood up. Sansa stood beside Petyr and said. "I suppose you're right, we need to announce our engagement, and Jon should be the first to know. We need to start planning." She kissed Petyr softly on the lips, pulled away a little, and whispered "I don't want to wait too long Petyr."/span/p