Well if this isn't the part we all have been waiting for… I truly hope you enjoy my loves!

Chapter 28.

The way he carried her up the stairs and laid her down on bed showed so much precision and tenderness, that Sansa's heart could have burst open. His eyes were still very dark, filled with love, lust and something she could not yet describe, but she felt it. His hands were so big, strong and warm, and everywhere as he placed her in the middle of the big bed and then hovered over her form, leaning on his elbows as if not to crush her. But he was close, so very close.

There was tension in the air, but it was pleasurable and promising. Sansa watched Sandor above her and wondered how everything seemed so right, so safe.

'Better here?' Sandor growled lowly in his throat as he kissed her jaw and then moved a bit back to look at her. Sansa nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy and overwhelmed laying there beneath him, right between his enormous, strong body and the bed. Just before in the grass everything had seemed alien and so wide because of the landscape around them, here in the room it suddenly seemed so much more intimate.

'Don't grow shy on me now, little bird, you were so brave and bold only seconds ago,' he teased her, scraping his beard over the soft skin of her jaw. Sansa shuddered, the feeling exiting yet pleasurable too. Without even thinking about it she brought her hand up between them and followed his beard with a single finger, very gently touching him. She watched him close his eyes for a moment, as if he truly enjoyed her touching him.

'There she is,' he said, opening his eyes, warm, hot brown orbs staring right back into her blue ones. She shivered from the intensity in his gaze, but she didn't look away. Not anymore.

She felt him rub his hands over her arms gently, before he moved closer and captured her lips in another kiss. The way he kissed her, so hungry, so loving made her melt into the bed, curious for more. Needy for more.

'Ready to take something off, then?' he asked her, breaking their kiss. Sansa saw his lips looked slightly swollen from their kiss and she could not help but wonder what her own lips looked like right now. Sandor glanced mischievously in the direction of her shirt, already taking of his own, not waiting for her reply, then moving back to his position right above her.

Sansa felt this was the moment of no return, at least for her. She knew Sandor would stop if she asked him too, but in her head, she felt ready. That thought was both exciting and terrifying. She only needed to nod once to make him lean back a little, giving her space to remove her sweater. She did, slowly and very aware of what she was doing and what it meant to her, and to him.

'Shouldn't we close the door or something?' Sansa nervously murmured, not thinking that sentence through, until Sandor barked out a laugh.

'Because of all the people on the island that could disturb us, little bird?' He kissed her forehead and then looked down at her, pure amusement in his eyes.

'We are alone here, Sansa. No one will disturb us. No one will see us.' He kissed her again, this time taking even more time to explore her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt his hands move over her unclothed arms gently, reassuringly, until he buried one hand in her hair, the other resting just under her breast, just below the material of her bra. As if he was really holding himself back, but he was ever so willing, he wanted her completely.

Sansa let her hands move over Sandor's chest and was amazed how strong he felt, and how warm he was, like always. She could feel his muscles under his skin. His breathing was steady, but a little faster than normal, she felt as his chest rose. He ended their kiss with a few smaller kisses on the side of her mouth and then her neck.

'You are so warm,' Sansa said. Sandor chuckled and brought his lips against her ear.

'Only so I can keep you even warmer, little bird,' he growled into her ear, before he let one hand roam the skin just above her collarbone, before he moved them a little lower. Al the while he kept glancing at her eyes, as if to make sure she was not changing her mind, before his fingers found the top of her breasts and he caressed the skin there.

'Ready to start on that alphabet of yours, hmm?' he teased her, now feeling the fabric of her bra, his eyes glued on hers. Sansa swallowed hard, speaking was suddenly something she was not capable of, so she nodded instead, lifting herself a bit up on the bed so he could easily reach the clasp of her bra. Sandor smiled, but instead of instantly taking her silent offer, he first slowly moved the straps of her bra down her shoulders, kissing the skin there on both sides, before he undid the clasp and removed her bra completely.

'You are beautiful, Sansa,' he complimented her, bowing down to take a nipple in his mouth, earning a soft moan that Sansa tried to stifle. She felt a little embarrassed still, but the pleasure was winning from that right now.

Subconsciously she grabbed his shoulders firmly, earning a deep growl from him. He gave both breasts the same attention and only moved up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Sansa felt herself grow wet between her legs, and never had she felt warmer than now.

He engulfed her in his arms once more, breaking their kiss to look down on her, keeping her wrapped up between his biceps. The trail of kissed he left on her face ended near her lips, before he licked his lips and watched her.

'You good, little bird?' She heard the question in his words. The meaning in them too. He would keep things innocent if she wanted. Knowing that made her feel so much more at ease. She enjoyed their baby steps and was sure she was not quite ready to stop just yet.

'I'm very good, are you?' She had no clue where the sassiness she felt came from, but she saw in his surprised smile he liked it a lot.

'I'm fucking amazing, Sansa.' He kissed her hard and then laid himself a little more down on her, letting her feel just how much of a great time he was having. Sansa felt all of him. He was huge, she already knew. And he felt hard as a rock against her groin.

'Just tell me how far we can take this, little bird. Everything is alright with me.' She heard how hoarse his voice was getting and she wondered if she did ask him to stop, if he could do so without paining himself. She knew he would anyway, but she was not planning on stopping him, not tonight.

'I want more,' she softly spoke. She saw the way his eyes grew a bit bigger, and his smile widened. He licked his lips and then nodded once.

'Then relax, little bird, and let me take care of you.' He kissed her and then she felt his hands on her jeans, opening the zipper easily, helping her out of them, so she was only clothed in her panties now. She felt him test the waters, by letting his fingers roam over the outside of her panties, never gliding underneath, but promising there was more pleasure to be found.

Sansa had thought he would take his own pants of as well, but he was placing all his attention on her. She wanted that different. She brought her hands on the top of his pants, her touch innocent and gentle enough, but of course he noticed it immediately.

'Little bird, let me take care of you.' Sansa shook her head.

'I want them off,' she said. He grunted, removed his fingers from her body and then opened his pant and easily shed them from his body, leaving him in his black boxershorts. He carelessly threw his pants behind them, beside the bed and then turned his attention back on her.

'Getting bossy, are we?' he asked her, pride and glee in his eyes as he said those words. Sansa could only smile as he climbed on top her again and kissed his way from her neck, over her breasts and tummy, until he ended between her legs.

'Going to let me do this to you, Sansa?' His voice sounded dark and so very deep, Sansa felt herself become even wetter and closed her eyes thinking about what he was suggesting and how good it had felt before.

'Yes- yes.' He chuckled and then slipped a finger beneath her panties to finally feel her there. Sansa tensed a bit in anticipation, already enjoying his touch.

'Gods you're wet, little bird.' He wasted no time in removing her panties and rubbing her little nub. Sansa almost instantly arched her back of the bed. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her to make her feel good within the first touch, and today was no exception.

'Sandor,' she moaned, closing her eyes, but opening them as soon as she felt his lips right on her sensitive flesh. She moved her hands to grab his hair, and he let her, licking her slit in a lazy, slow pace. Sansa gasped loudly as he almost instantly pushed her over that delicious edge. He took his time to tease her, speeding up his pace and then slowing down, only adding pressure and sucking on her clit when she was so close to her orgasm, she almost bit her tongue when she finally climaxed against his mouth. He licked her through her orgasm and then moved up the bed, once again taking his place right above her. He grinned sheepishly at her, his eyes ever so dark and promising.

'That was-' Sansa was at loss for words and just stared at him. Sandor's grin widened.

'Better than you could hope for?' he teased, kissing her gently on her lips, studying her form on the bed. Sansa only realized he was not sure if he would proceed when she came around again from her climax.

'Don't stop now,' she almost begged him. Sandor took a deeper breath and kept looking down at her.

'You sure, little bird?' For the first time since they had been in the bed he sounded insecure. It was nothing like him, Sansa realized.

'Yes, I am sure. Please don't stop.' He moved himself even closer and then once again brought himself on her body, making her feel his need for her.

He rubbed himself against her sensitive flesh and chuckled as she shuddered and moaned softly. He then moved to remove his final piece of clothing, leaving him completely naked on top of her.

Sansa felt how large he felt, skin to skin, but she was not afraid. Nervous, yes, but not scared to be here, with him.

She felt his big hands on her body and tried to forget the fact she was on the brink of losing her virginity. The thought made her a little more nervous. She tensed a bit, something Sandor noticed, of course.

'This is B, little bird. It can wait. We don't have to do anything.' He lifted himself a little away from her body, but Sansa grabbed his arms and forced him to stop from moving away.

'I just- You'll have to show me what to do Sandor. I want this. I do.' His eyes searched hers for any falseness in her words, but he found none, and brought himself back down. He grabbed himself in hand and moved his cock between her lower, slippery lips.

Sansa bit her lip, feeling his thickness between her legs. His thighs alone were so broad and muscular, she had to spread her legs quite wide. It made her feel everything so much more. He was not yet trying to enter her body, he was simply getting her used to the idea of himself down there.

It was after a few moments, that he kissed her softly, and entered her the tiniest bit, making her gasp. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and then pulled his cock back and let himself slide between her lower lips, gathering the wetness there.

'You still want this, Sansa?' he asked her. She could feel him warm and hot against her opening, ready to take her, nothing keeping him back, but her words. It made Sansa feel powerful and loved at the same time. She swallowed and then caressed his arms.

'I do Sandor.' He watched her for a moment, his dark eyes gazing right into hers, before he caressed her cheek, and brought his head close to hers, his forehead resting against hers.

'I'm sorry then, little bird,' he spoke, finally pushing himself inside of her. Sansa gasped, as he was enormous and with the first few inches already stretched her a lot. He went steady, but slow enough, not pushing himself in all the way instantly. He kissed her forehead when he pushed on, softly apologizing when he finally pushed himself in all the way.

Sansa had closed her eyes and winced slightly. Sandor remained frozen inside of her, like he was some sort of muscular statue.

'It will get better Sansa. I'm sorry.' He kissed away the single tear that escaped her eye, not moving his body.

Sansa swallowed painfully and took a few small breaths to ease the pain away. It had been a stinging sensation. Almost as if she had been stabbed. But the sharp edge of pain was already diminishing. He filled her almost too much. But it also felt so intimate and nice. It was strange.

'Are you okay, little bird?' Sandor asked her, kissing her closed eyes. She opened them and nodded.

'It's better now. You can- you can move.' He cocked his head to the side and then grimaced as he felt her move her walls around him. She then giggled.

'You know I have feelings too, right?' he asked her teasingly.' Sansa could only smile as he pulled himself from within her and then gently pushed himself back in deeply. Her deep gasp was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. She saw his eyes never left hers, noting every feeling that flashed in her eyes. But she knew pain would not be one of them.

He started them off on a steady pace, one she enjoyed but soon she wanted more. She needed more.

'Please,' she moaned. Sandor brought his hand between them and stroke her clit. He then sped up a bit, growling himself. Sansa could not help but close her eyes as she felt another orgasm coming. She was so close…

Sandor sped up even more, and kept rubbing her little nub, sending her over the edge before he joined her. Growling he came, filling her with warm seed, his body a little heavier on hers, his arms the only reason he was not crushing her to the bed.

'That was amazing, little bird. Fuck.' Sansa was completely worn out, but she could not agree more. It had been her first time, but it had felt so good. When Sandor pulled himself from within her she winced a bit, already feeling so empty without him inside of her. That was until she saw the blood on her thighs and on his cock. She bit her lip.

Sandor chuckled.

'It's alright, little bird. I'll clean you up in a bit. Come here.' He gathered her in his arms and kissed her softly on her lips, keeping her very close to his body.

'How's the pain?' he asked her, kissing her temple as he watched her face and waited for an answer. She swallowed.

'Not so bad. I feel fine, actually.' He smiled and then kissed her again.

'Good to hear, come let's clean you up, my brave bird.'

Writing this was a little hard. I am in my head a lot right now as one of my pet birds (parrot) is not doing very well. (He and his bird friend have been the loves of my live the past 6 years and I cannot stand the idea he will not make it) I have been watching him this entire day, worrying and hoping he will be okay soon, and writing in between, to make the hours pass.

I do hope this chapter lived up to your expectations! Writing it sure helped me through this day!