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Sandor couldn't believe how stupid he was. He should have ignored her twisting around. He should have let exhaustion take her, as it inevitably would. He should not have spoken to her. He definitely should not have gone over to lay with her. Stupid, stupid dog! Now he was laying with a Little Bird relaxing in his arms, her body pressed against him again. Her backside was round and firm against his cock and her breasts were laying heavily against his arms that were locked around her tightly. Naive though she was, there was no denying that the Little Bird was a woman flowered. A woman who he desired more than anything else. Aye, more than killing Gregor, I think. Better to live my life for this girl than lose my life killing that monster.
Sandor was thinking about his brother and trying to get his cock to soften and trying to fall asleep when his Little Bird shifted her hips back against his manhood. Sandor froze, thinking she was sleeping and unconsciously moving about again. Then she did it again. This time he could hear her sharp intake of breath. He could smell her. He couldn't believe it. What the hell was the girl thinking? Always a proper lady and here she was grinding against him cautiously, but wantonly. Stupid bird has no idea what she is doing. She must like this feeling and is curious about it. She doesn't want you. She doesn't know what it even means to want someone. Just ignore it and let her explore. She will stop soon. Hold on, dog.
Finally, after a few more gyrations, Sandor could not take it anymore. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her back against him harder and really rub himself on her. He wanted to run his hands along her body. More than anything he wanted her lips against his, his hands playing with her breasts, her womanhood rubbing wetly against his aching cock. He wanted her naked and desperate and wanton beneath him. He wanted to teach her about these new feelings. He wanted to claim her for his own and hide her away, like a dog with a bone. Bugger me, I am not strong enough to resist this, even if she does not know what she is getting in to.
Unable to stand it, he grabbed her hips and steadied them, her ass still against his cock. It felt too good to tear away from just yet. She would have to do that. He would not push her, but he would not do it for her, either.
"Do you know what you are doing to me, girl?" He groaned out against her ear, whispering hoarsely.
"I'm sorry Ser, I didn't mean to! It-I was almost asleep and then I moved and it felt good and I don't know why I did it again, I'm sorry, my lord!" Her voice was husky; desperate. It was the most beautiful thing Sandor never thought he'd hear.
"Stupid Little Bird, always apologizing for everything. Always the proper lady aren't you? Can't even do what makes you happy without spouting your courtesies. Haven't you ever touched yourself girl? What you're doing now is no different." His grip on her hips tightened. The thought of the Little Bird fumbling through her pleasure for the first time hardened him even more than he thought was possible. He had never been so hard in his life.
"What? No! I don't know what you mean. I've never touched myself. I've never felt this way. That's why I was curious. It is not proper. Please, let me go and I promise to never to do it again." Sandor could feel Sansa heat up beneath is hands, she was blushing from head to toe. He chuckled to her.
"Calm down Little Bird, there is nothing wrong with these feelings. You're a woman now, aren't you? Women and men alike get these feelings. I don't want you to never do it again, stupid girl. That is the problem. It feels too deliciously good. I am worried I might not have the strength to stop. But you can always stop me. If you want to move away, you'll have to do it, though. I cannot take my hands off of you."
Sansa could not believe what the Hound was telling her. He wanted her. I guess I should have realized it. He is a man grown, after all, with a man's needs. But he always tells me how stupid I am. Why does he want me? Could he be in love with me? He is risking his life for me. Why would he do that if he didn't love me? How did I not realize this? I really am a stupid bird.
He told her that she could always stop him. Said if she wanted to move away she would have to do it for him. The problem was she didn't want to move away. She wanted to keep feeling that wonderful, intense feeling. She wanted to be with him while she felt it. It was him who brought it out in the first place. Forget being proper, he saved her, he protected her, and she would give him anything, would do anything. He wants this to continue and so do I, so why bother stopping it?
Gathering up all her courage and feeling as much like a wolf as she ever had, Sansa ground herself back against his manhood once more, stronger than any she had before, and moved her hands to cover his holding onto her hips.
"And if I don't want to stop you? If I don't want to move away? What then?" Her voice was a husky whisper, it should have been embarrassing, but she could not find it within her to feel ashamed.
Sandor groaned loudly behind her and buried his face in her hair. She could feel feather-light kisses to the top and back of her head and Sandor took control. He rolled her hips back against him again. And again. And again. He was gasping into her ear and Sansa felt a new flush of wetness in between her legs. After a few moments, Sandor shifted himself down more, and slowly moved one hand down her thigh. He gently lifted her thigh so that his cock was pressed directly against her woman's place. She cried out at this new, even more intense feeling. She went from a slow burn to a raging fire.
His hands moved as his hips thrust against her, slowly creeping up her stomach until they were tickling the undersides of her breasts. In turn, she moved her hands behind her, to grab on to his hips as they slammed into her, faster now and with more power. He moved his hands higher and cupped her full breasts in his hands, moaning as her nipples hardened under his touch. He started out rubbing softly but was soon grasping and pulling at them as his hips snapped even faster. Even though there were layers of clothes between them, everything felt so good and so satisfying.
"Sansa." He whispered into her ear. Her name on his lips coupled with a particularly well aimed thrust of his hips sent her spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. She screamed out her pleasure as wave after wave passed through her, leaving her shivering against Sandor.
"Gods, Sandor!" She whispered back when she regained her thoughts.
He could not believe it. His hands were on Sansa's hips, driving her toward her first orgasm. He wanted to rip the clothes from their bodies and bury himself inside her warmth, but he could not bring himself to ruin her that way-yet. You have no control, dog. What makes you think you'll stop yourself? You're not that noble.
His Little Bird's body was perfect for him. She was tall but slim and fit against him like she was made to. Her ass was round and soft, her breasts big enough to fill his hands. Her nipples hardened into alluring little peaks. He longed to see whether they were pink or brown. He couldn't stop himself from saying her name as he tried to lose himself to the blissful feeling of giving his Little Bird pleasure. As soon as her name escaped his lips, Sansa stiffened beneath him and cried out. He regained his senses as much as he could to watch his Little Bird experience her first orgasm. As in everything else, she was perfect in this, all flushed, hair mussed up, body tight, and voice sing-songy as she cried out her pleasure. He heard his name on her lips and he could've died happily right then.
He held her close as she shivered in her post-orgasmic bliss. He was painfully hard, but he didn't want to move away from her ever again. You're in trouble now, dog, he thought to himself. Sansa gazed up at him sleepily, a huge smile on her blushing face. Slowly, carefully, Sandor leaned down and kissed her lips. Sandor never kissed whores that he fucked. He couldn't stand to think how they cringed when they saw him. He would make them suck him and then turn them around and take them the way a dog takes his bitch. He would go fast and hard, pull out, and come all over their backsides. Sandor didn't need to bring any poor bastards into the world, and you can never trust a whore. But Sansa was not a whore. She was his Little Bird. And the look she just gave him was perfect, full of admiration, trust, and even some mischief. Everything he ever wanted. She did not back away from him as he leaned in closer. She sighed into his mouth, content, and responded in her own inexperienced way. I could die happy, Sandor thought with disbelief for the second time that night.
"That was beautiful, Sandor, thank you." She sighed.
Sandor laughed at that, but not cruelly. "So polite, my Little Bird." He smiled and kissed her again. He must have made a frightful sight, a huge monster wrapped around an innocent princess, but Sansa didn't seem to mind.
"What was that?" She looked down shyly and it hit him again, just how naive and innocent his Little Bird was.
"You peaked, Little Bird. That is the feeling you get when you find your pleasure with a man. That's not the only way to do it, and I understand that it doesn't always happen for women. But when a man knows what to do, it does."
"Do men peak too?" She asked innocently. She knew what happened in the marriage bed, but she didn't know that it could be so pleasurable. She assumed that if it is that pleasurable for a woman, it is probably even more pleasurable for men, since she was taught to take care of her husband's needs, but she needed to be sure.
"Aye, silly bird. More than women, I'd say," Sandor chuckled.
"Did you?"
"No Little Bird, it takes a little more than that for me to find my pleasure."
"Oh," Sansa said quietly. She looked up at Sandor and her eyes were a little sadder. Sandor took her face in his huge hands and gently kissed her lips again.
"Don't worry Little Bird, that was more pleasure than I've ever had before, whether I peaked or not."
"What do you need to do to peak, Sandor? You made me feel so amazing. I want you to feel the same way as I do right now." Sansa looked directly into his eyes when she said this and it was almost enough for him to fall over the edge like she wanted him to. Don't be stupid, dog, you'll scare her off with your brutishness. Send her to bed. Hold her and let sleep take her. There will be more time, more opportunities. Don't rush it.
"Don't worry, Little Bird. You are exhausted now and so am I. Get some sleep." He kissed her once more, turned her around in his arms, and stroked her arms as she slowly drifted off to sleep.