Sandor was taken aback by her request. "Of course," he smirked. "I'm your husband. A lady should not retire to an empty bed."

A flush crept up Sansa's neck, and she tried to hide her grin. She cast her eyes downward, "Thank you, husband." A small laugh escaped her lips, and she looked back up at him to see that he was smiling now, also. I knew he could be kind.

No lady in her courtly silks has ever looked so fine as she does now in her sleeping gown. I have done nothing to deserve this good fortune. I should pray more. Sandor took her hand and led her to the edge of their bed. Sansa scrambled over to the opposite side, laid down, and gazed up at him with apprehension. And excitement?

Sandor reclined on the bed next to her, pulling her closer to him, but not touching her yet. He smirked again. A lady must be patient. "How did you occupy yourself in my absence?"

Sansa looked a bit confused, but answered calmly. "I had lunch with Lady Margaery, then returned here to read." A boring end to an exciting day. Sansa moved slightly closer to him. "A dull night."

"Indeed." Sandor leaned in to plant a warm, wet kiss on Sansa's neck. "And Lady Margaery…" He moved his mouth up closer to her ear, kissing her lightly there and then making his way down her neck. "You told her you were bedded?" Surely.

Sansa's emotions were running high and her breath was coming quick. He wants the truth from me. Her heart was beating quickly, from her arousal or the lie she was about to tell, she could not be sure. "Yes." Sansa gasped as he nibbled on her earlobe. "Yes, of course." A small lie. Margaery has too much at stake to betray my trust. Sansa tried to forget about the shame she felt for lying. Maybe he will bed me now, and the lie will have meant nothing.

"Good," Sandor rasped. He covered her mouth with his own and kissed her fervidly, harder than the last time. He pressed against her, not caring whether she felt him growing hard. He took the hand he had tangled in her hair and moved it down to her breasts, cupping them in his huge hands through the fabric of her sleeping gown.

Sansa moaned against his mouth, a low urgent moan, and Sandor responded by pulling at her nipple with his fingers. Now is the time. I want this, and I know he does, too. Sansa pulled away, pushing at him with her hands on his chest. He looked confused and angry. He cares for me too much to make the next move, no matter how much he wants to. She grabbed for the bottom of her sleeping gown, pulled it upward, and wriggled out of it, leaving her bare except her smallclothes.

Sandor's eyes locked with hers and never moved. "Sansa…"

Sansa closed the distance between them and knelt on the bed in front of him. "Shhh," she whispered before kissing him gently on his burned cheek. She ran one hand through his black hair and said quietly, "I know you won't hurt me."

"No. I won't hurt you." Sandor kissed her then, urgently and deeply, burying one hand in her hair and returning his other to her breast. He caressed them softly before beginning to trace his way down her neck and shoulders with his mouth.

Sansa loved the way his mouth felt on hers, but she loved the way his mouth felt on her skin even more. I wonder how my mouth will feel on his. I wonder when he will let me find out. When Sandor took her nipple into his mouth, Sansa cried out and covered her mouth in embarrassment. She could feel the flush in her cheeks.

Sandor laughed. "Stop that, little bird. I like hearing you sing." He continued to run his tongue over her small pink peak and slowly moved his hand down to her thighs, grazing her skin as he went. She was already wet when he slipped his hand underneath her smallclothes and his fingers into her slit, and the moan that escaped her was louder than before. Sandor was aching for her by now. How easy it would be to take her. Sandor removed his mouth from her breasts, eliciting a cry of protest from his wife. "So eager, Sansa." He pushed his fingers into her harder than before, and began moving his mouth down to meet them.

Sansa's chest was heaving and her mind was foggy. She was shaking with excitement when Sandor removed her smallclothes, and when her husband buried his head between her thighs, it was all she could do not to scream. Gods! Sansa covered her face with her hands and her squeals turned to low moans.

Sandor could feel his wife coming close to climax, and he couldn't wait. She tasted sweet, better than any wine. He pressed into her, deeper and faster while working his tongue up and down between her lips, stopping occasionally to suck gently at the nub at the top of her slit. Her cries were louder, more insistent now, and he knew it was time. He thrust into her twice more, as deep as he could go.

Sansa's mind went blank as she almost screamed into the morning air. Her sounds were muffled by Sandor's mouth returning to her own. Her hands flew to the back of his head and tangled themselves in his long, thick hair. Sansa could taste herself on him. That only made her pull him closer and kiss him deeper.

Sandor was frantic. His cock was hard, and he wasn't sure he could resist much longer. His wife was holding him tight, but he moved his mouth to her ear. He kissed her there, and breathing heavily, he whispered, "Sansa," His voice was deep and raspy, primal and needy, "Please, Sansa, please."

Sansa knew what he was asking for. He wants me to want him, and I do. I do. "Yes," she replied forcefully. "Yes, Sandor."

Sandor quickly undid the breeches he'd fallen asleep in and freed his cock. It had begun to weep against his smallclothes. I will not last long. Sandor drew Sansa into a deep kiss, one hand in her hair and the other on his cock, ready to guide himself into her. Sansa was wet from her release, but he knew he would face difficulty all the same. He pressed against her opening and let out a small, deep moan into her mouth. Sandor pushed in a little farther, and his wife made a small, distressed whimper. "Are you alright?" She looked a bit tense, but she gave him a small smile and a nod.

He moved away from her slightly before pushing into her again and again, moving a little deeper each time. Once he was fully inside of her, his climax was close. He moved his mouth to her neck, sucking on her ardently, and pushed into her fully two times before he came, shuddering against her.

Sansa felt bliss like she never had before. I had thought it would hurt. Margaery was right. It can be wonderful.