Sansa:

When she woke up in the morning, she found Sandor's head lying on her breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She almost jumped away before the events of the night before rushed back into her mind. She flushed with the memories, and felt herself grow wet again, focusing on the feel of Sandor's body against her own. She remembered the intense feeling of her first orgasm and frowned slightly. She was disappointed that she was not able to get Sandor to peak too. She wanted to please him the same way he pleased her. If I am going to do this, I might as well do it well for him, she thought to herself. She didn't know how to get him to teach her. She didn't know how to seduce him. She thought back to the night before and how good it felt to have his hands on her breasts, to have his cock rubbing against her woman's place. His kisses burned against her lips pleasantly in her memories. She remember how strongly he reacted to her rubbing herself against his manhood at the beginning of the night. She knew that his manhood was where he would get his pleasure.

Cautiously, Sansa shifted herself so her arms and legs were closer to his waist. Confident he was still sleeping soundly, Sansa noticed that his manhood was already stiff against her. His breeches were loosely tied, so she gently snaked her hands in them to touch his cock. Very lightly she traced down the hardness. It seemed so long. It was hot to the touch and silky. She thought it would be rough, more like his hands. Following down she got to the end of his length and found two round things hanging at the bottom. She traced them lightly and then moved back up toward the top again.

She had started to move her hand down again when a strong hand grabbed her arm. She looked up, surprised, to see Sandor's grey eyes smoldering.

"Always so secretive Little Bird. What are you doing now?" His voice was deep like it was last night. She longed to hear him whisper her name again, desperate and wanting like he did mere hours ago.

"I'm sorry Sandor. I woke up and I remembered last night and I was disappointed that you hadn't peaked. I thought that rubbing your manhood would give you pleasure like you gave me. I can stop."

"Stop constantly apologizing, girl, it's getting tiring." He grumbled. "You don't have to stop if you don't want to. I just don't want you to do things you aren't ready for yet." He groaned out these last words as Sansa ran her fingers up his shaft again.

"I don't know what to do. Can you show me?"

Saying things like that is dangerous, stupid girl, Sandor thought to himself as he processed her words through a haze of drowsiness and growing arousal. Of course I can show her. I can teach her all sorts of things that I love and that she will love if I make her. So curious, so willing to learn. She already blew my mind by throwing her propriety out the window, why not blow the rest of me? Fuck, I'm just a sick old dog. Sandor laughed wickedly. The Hound was gaining power now, and the poor girl would lose her maidenhead soon if he didn't find some way to control himself. Maybe teaching her how to get me off this way is the best thing I can do. It might keep me from taking her other ways, Sandor tried to convince himself as he grunted out a reply.

"Yes, Little Bird, I can show you." He took her hand out of his breeches and licked her palm. She gasped as he did it but shifted her hips closer to his legs. He licked it again and brought her hand back down to the head of his cock. He rubbed her moistened palm over the wetness there and spread it down his shaft with her hand.

"You're wet!"

"Aye, Little Bird, my cock is weeping for you, it wants you so badly."

Sandor wrapped his hand around Sansa's, firmly around the base of his cock and dragged her hand back up his length. He pumped their hands up and down again a few more times, and felt himself closer to coming than he wanted to be. He stopped pumping and leaned in to kiss her, passionately and deeply. She pushed herself up against him. He could feel her wetness through their clothes and wanted to touch her there. Before he could, though, her hand started moving on its own, mimicking the pattern he started her on.

"Sansa, Little Bird, that feels so fucking good," he rasped.

"Mmm," was all she could reply as she focused on the feeling of his manhood twitching in her hands and the feeling of her own wetness and excitement growing.

Sandor moved his hand back over hers and showed her how to twist her hand up and down his cock and started pumping them faster. He took his hands away from hers and let her continue on her own. Clumsily he fondled her breasts, tugging down her small cloths to expose them to his eyes fully for the first time. They were gorgeous, big and round with pink nipples. He tugged the nipples and dragged her up his body so that he could suck one into his mouth. She tasted better than she looked. Gods, dog, you are a goner. She kept pumping his cock with her hand while he switched from one breast to the other. He was lost in his pleasure. He wanted her to suck him, but there would be time for that later, he hoped foggily. For now, he felt his balls drawing up and he knew it wouldn't be long.

"Little Bird, I'm close to coming. My peak I mean. So close, feels so good! Sansa!" He cried out his release as white cum shot out in waves, all over Sansa's hands and breasts. The vision of his cum on her made him come all the harder. It felt like the pleasure would never end. Gods, if her hands feel that fucking good, imagine how good it will feel to be in her cunt! NO! Stop thinking that way dog, get a grip! This is your Little Bird. Innocent and beautiful and too highborn for the likes of you. Well, maybe not that innocent anymore...

"Oh, my... Sandor are you alright?" Sansa sat wrapped around him still, his cum dripping down her breasts and hand. She looked at him and then glanced at her own breasts curiously.

"Fucking wonderful Little Bird. That was amazing. Sorry about the mess. That's what happens when a man comes. You can clean yourself up." Sandor lazily pulled his Little Bird to her feet, wrapped his cloak around her, careful not to dirty it with his cum, took her hand, and led her out of the cave, toward the stream.