He stroked his thumb along her cheek as she settled between his legs. He'd slid back to give her enough room, and she was on her knees. The base of the brass tub made her knees numb. She stared at his cock. It was a beastly, intimidating thing. The tip was red and angry. It leaked a clear, thin fluid. He grasped his thick cock in his hand. Sandor glanced at her face, with her flushed cheeks and parted lips, lips that she licked absentmindedly. Then, like she was afraid she might hurt him, she placed her hands on his thighs, sliding them upwards, fingers shaking. She swatted his fist away and grasped him with her right hand. She was too gentle.
He groaned, frustrated. "Tighten your grip, little bird." She swallowed and did as he asked. She felt him throb. Her hand was rather cold against his flushed, feverish skin. She ran a finger up the little seam of his cock, and he hummed darkly in his throat. His eyes flashed. "Do that again."
She obeyed his every command. With an insatiable urge to make him beg, Sansa tightened her grip on his cock and jerked, up and down. Sandor closed his eyes as a moan left his mouth. When he opened them, she was smiling. Her cheeks were pink, nipples peeking through the thin wet fabric of her nightgown. He used his hands to free her off it, and she was naked before him. Settled between his thighs, she squeezed her own together. "Are you enjoying this, Sansa?"
She ignored him, face going crimson, squeezing him firmly. Sandor grinned down at her and bucked his hips, fucking himself into her tight grip, the urge to shame her overwhelming.
"Sandor!" She cried, and slapped him on the chest. He shrugged and opened his mouth to speak. Sansa leaned over and licked a hot trail from the base of his cock. His chest rose and fell, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the rim of the brass tub. She swallowed him whole, fighting the urge to gag around his thick cock. When she pulled back, he grabbed her breast and tweaked her rosy nipple. "Do that again, up and down, like you just did." He commanded, swallowing down that queer lump in his throat.
She wrinkled her snub nose but leaned over again. Her hands came to rest on his thighs. His hands went to the back of her head and he gripped her hair in his fist, using it to hold her in place. "Yeah, like that." He urged, when Sansa opened her mouth to swallow his cock down. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing
"Touch yourself." He demanded, watching her shift uncomfortably. Sansa's eyes went wide and she stumbled over her words. "W-what? Sandor-"
He shifted forwards and pushed Sansa back up. He lifted her onto his knees, making his cock lay flat against her stomach. It stuck up in the air, proud. She gripped his cock in her hands as he fumbled between her legs, stroking the pad of his rough thumb along her clit. She jerked forwards, tits bouncing. He groaned alongside her when she touched the tip of his cock-head.
"Kiss me." She said, moaning. Her lips were parted, swollen and rosy-red. He leaned forwards, his chest pressed against hers, making her back arch with excitement. She's close, Sandor mused.
He could hardly believe that Sansa stark, daughter of lord eddard, former betrothed of Joffrey Baratheon, had her tits against his chest, and he was frigging her. And she'd just sucked his cock moments before.
He felt her whole body tense as he played with her tender cunt. She shook as she came, toes curling, back arching, her pleas coming out high-pitched and whiney. Sansa leaned over his shoulder and bit his neck to stifle her moans.
Sandor fucked himself into his grip and came, sputtering white all over sansa's long torso. It dribbled down her stomach into the water. She came down from her high, chest heaving, panting like a damned dog. "Sandor-"
He silenced her with a kiss. No use having the little bird spout her courtesies when I've just frigged her tight cunt. Sandor thought, stubbornly. Her blue eyes met his grey ones, stormy as the silver sea. He brushed a stray tendril of red hair from her face. "Get clean, little bird."