Thanks a million times again for the love. More sexy times in this chapter. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Sandor:

Fuck yes, you can girl! and Please! were his first two thoughts. But then he slowed down. Well, you walked right into that trap, stupid dog. You want to go slow with her! Shoving your cock down her throat will not be going slow. And you will not be able to stop once you get going. You won't just be able to let her lick her way around without really getting her to suck you.

And then he thought: Well, what the fuck is wrong with that? She wants to! You said you were going to let her run things and she just ran things straight into sucking your cock. Give her what she wants. You know you will anyway!

Sandor was literally at war with himself. Sansa was staring into his face, looking alert and playful again. Seven buggering hells, this girl will kill me yet! His cock was harder than he had ever felt before, after everything he just did to her and everything she did to him. He had wanted to hold her sweetly and let the sleep take her. He wanted to be completely selfless, especially this first time they were back together in this way. He was trying to make her love him, after all, not trying to scare her away with his own depraved needs and desires. She can get used to that after she loves you, he told himself. It's not like you'd ever willingly hurt the girl, anyway.

He realized she was still looking at him, waiting for some kind of reply. At least try to get her off this train of thought, dog.

"I don't think that is a good idea, Sansa. I don't think you know what that means, but I sure as fuck do, and I don't think we are ready for that yet. We just stopped fighting with each other, girl. We should slow the fuck down. I may have given up trying to stay away from you, but I still am not good enough for you. I still might ruin you, whether you want me to or not. I just can't keep in control with you. For once, can you just let me play the honorable fucking knight, and let me stop you?"

He was practically begging. Even asked her to let me be an honorable knight. What the fuck has this girl done to me? I'm beginning to think she is actually some demon sent from one of the seven hells to torture me for being such a brutal fucking dog. If she wanted to do this, it would get done, but he still doubted his ability to be gentle with her. He was unsure what this act would lead to for them. Having her warm, wet mouth on him might prove too much. He already had to fight himself to keep his fingers from finding their way inside her cunt with all of his power.

This would be an all too familiar situation. Too many times in the past had he had a whore on her knees, sucking him. Too many times did he let himself get lost in that pleasure for a time, only to pull her up, throw her on the bed, pull her to her hands and knees, and thrust himself inside her without so much as one coherent thought. Would he be able to remember that the girl in front of him was his Little Bird, this time? Would he be able to stop himself from repeating the same series of actions he always used when he fucked? Or would his body take over and leave his mind behind, too overpowered and slow to catch up to his actions?

Her voice reached him then, pulling out of his own mind. Just listen to her, dog. Let her make all the decisions and you follow her around with your tail between your legs, just like you should.

"You are not an honorable fucking knight. You've told me that since I first met you. You are, right, of course. You are so much better than any knight. And you can stop me whenever you want, Sandor. All you need to do is ask. But I trust you. You won't hurt me. You would never ruin me. You will keep me safe and happy, just like you have. I want to do this. I want to know what you taste like. I want you to feel a peak as intense as what you just gave me. If it is too much for you, stop me then. But, please, I just want to try it."

Did she just curse? She did. Seven hells I think I just came. My beautiful little lady just cursed. And she is begging me to let her suck me. What the fuck happened to us? This is too fucking ridiculous. And look at her! Looking at me so innocently, even while she is asking to put her mouth on me! She really is a demon, torturing me like this.

"Little Bird, cursing like a soldier! What would your Septa say?" Sandor was still trying to derail her mission, trying to change the subject. Maybe this would work.

"She would be shocked and furious. But then, I feel certain that our other activities would have more of an impact on her than one dirty word. You are doing strange things to me, Sandor Clegane. You make me feel stronger than I ever have before. You're rubbing off on me I think," she giggled. Fucking giggling. Giggling at me. Fuck.

She leaned into him and kissed him, hard. She won't forget what she wants, stubborn bird.

"Please, Sandor, please, just let me try," she moaned against his lips before he kissed her back. He pressed her body into his, rubbing his hardness on her thigh where their legs were touching. She won, dog. Let her do as she will.

"I can't say no to you, Little Bird. Do with me what you will. I am at your mercy."

That is laughable, him at my mercy. I'm completely his and he does not even realize it. But this is promising, Sansa! You want him to love you. It sounds like he already is on his way! Keep it up and you'll get your perfect happy ending!

Feeling powerful again, Sansa smiled at his words.

"I hope you find that at my mercy is a wonderfully satisfying place to be, Sandor. I will try my best for that," she laughed quietly as she kissed him again. "But I don't know what to do. You will help me, won't you? I want to be good for you."

"You are the best fucking thing in my world, girl, don't worry about that. You are more good than I'd ever deserve in a hundred lifetimes, Little Bird."

He sounds so desperate. I like that sound. I like that I can get this powerful man to feel that way. Gods, he makes me feel even more needy!

Sansa pushed Sandor onto his back. He went willingly, for which she was grateful. She did not want to spend any more time convincing. She wanted to act. Sansa wasn't really sure what to do, though. Sandor was on his back, staring at her, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin. His manhood was jutting up, big and imposing. There were butterflies tingling in her stomach and she found herself more nervous than before. I just want him to enjoy this, but I don't know what to do. He'll help me, I know he will. Just like in the cave.

With that reassuring thought in her mind, Sansa climbed on top of him, her woman's place resting wetly against Sandor's lower stomach. She could feel his manhood pressing insistently against her backside. Sandor brought his hands up to her hips. They were so large that when he grabbed her there, he had half of her ass in his hands as well. He gave her a small squeeze, and held her tightly.

"Umm, Little Bird, what are you doing in that position? I'm not complaining, but it will be hard to reach my cock with your mouth from there. And don't think you're doing anything with my cock with anything other than your mouth or your hands, girl." He growled out this warning looking slightly pained.

Oh, she thought, I suppose this position does put my woman's place very close to his manhood. Does he think I would try to take him inside me this way? I had never thought about that...but no! I won't give him my maidenhead before he knows I love him and I know he loves me back.

"Ah-I wouldn't! I just wanted to kiss you and feel you at the same time. Sorry..." Sansa moved to get off him, but Sandor held her firmly where she was.

"Don't apologize to me Little Bird. Not for this. Kiss me like you wanted to girl. I'm the luckiest bastard in all Seven Kingdoms."

Sansa smiled down at him and leaned down to kiss him. She kissed him long and deep and hard. When she pulled back, they were both panting again. She felt his hot and strong body beneath her, directly at her cunt and started to move her hips against him as she leaned down to kiss him again. Sandor wrapped his arms around her tightly as she moved and groaned.

"Yes, Little Bird. Just like that," he said.

Sansa was losing herself in her own pleasure again, until she realized that he was still hard against her backside and that she had a mission. She would taste him this night. He was distracting her and encouraging her, trying to get her to forget what she wanted. Silly man, like that would happen. This just reminds me how good he makes me feel and how desperately I want to do the same for him.

Sansa smirked against his mouth and started kissing down his jaw, still grinding her wetness against his stomach, but more slowly. She kissed his cheeks, lingering at the burned side and loving the sweet way he was sighing. She was at his ear then, licking around it and sucking his earlobe into her mouth and nibbling on it slightly. Sandor was holding her tightly enough to leave bruises and she loved it. Gods, I just want to melt into this man.

She abandoned his ear for his neck then, kissing and sucking the spot that made him flinch and moan the loudest. She lingered there for a few moments, and then pulled back to see a red spot where she had been working. Hmm. I like seeing that I can mark this man. I want his marks on me. Gods!

With that thought in mind, she pulled back further, and looked into his eyes. She smiled shyly and pointed to the same spot on her neck.

"Seven hells girl," he groaned as he surged to her neck, pulling her head down and sucking the spot wildly. Sansa couldn't stop herself from thrusting against his stomach harder and faster while she was losing herself in the sensation at her neck.

When he abandoned her neck, Sansa went to regain control, but Sandor was not done. He sat up and leaned his face into her chest. He took a breast into his mouth and sucked and nipped, the same way he had to her neck. A new rush of wetness saturated Sandor's stomach at the realization that she would bear his mark on her neck and her breast. She felt her eyes fill with tears from sheer, intense pleasure and passion. She was hyper aware of everything she was feeling, from the sucking at her breast, the wetness that lingered from him on her neck, to the strong arms around her and the hard body beneath her, as she rode him wildly. It was all so overwhelming. So much. Too much, gods!

Sandor thought he could come just from how overwhelmed he felt. When Sansa mounted him the way she did, he experienced a moment of terror, thinking she might do something incredibly stupid like lower herself onto his cock. Stupid dog, she wouldn't do that. He was grateful he was wrong and annoyed he even thought she might. She's playing with you. That is a different type of game, altogether. Even in her inexperience, she knows that!

Then she started kissing and grinding on him. She got caught up in that, he thought, and was momentarily thrilled that he could get off the hook from having her mouth at his cock. She didn't though, stubborn Little Bird.

She was kissing and licking and sucking down his face and throat. When she lingered on the burned side of his face, he sighed, almost sadly. Oh, my Little Bird, what I wouldn't give to be whole and handsome for you. Then she had found a sweet spot on his neck. He flinched and nearly cried out at the sensation of her stopping there, the tentative way she changed from kissing to sucking the spot. Fucking hells! She was marking him, he realized, and he almost shot his load all over her back with the thought. He lost himself in the feel of her marking him and could not wait to be given the same opportunity.

Thank all my lucky fucking stars, he thought, as Sansa pulled away and pointed to her neck. Gods, girl, I love you, I love you, I FUCKING love you! He took his time marking her neck thoroughly. Then, as he pulled away, he caught sight of her perfect breasts and surged back to her, wanting to mark her everywhere and every way he could. He took her delicious breast in his mouth and set to work claiming it the way he had her neck. Sansa was moving more urgently against him now, and he wanted to send her over the edge with pleasure again.

Sandor flipped them, quickly, and his hand descended to her cunt, playing with it. He was dangerously out of control. She was making so many arousing noises under him (perfect, fucking perfect) and she was running her hands on his body everywhere she could reach, pulling and grabbing with desperate hands. Instead of bringing his fingers directly to her nub, he ran his fingers over her wet folds. Gods I want to be inside my Little Bird. However I can be. Fucking hells, I need to be... Don't do it, dog! You know you'll ruin her that way. Sandor reminded himself how big his fingers are. How tiny his Little Bird is. How he was sure to break her maidenhead with his hands if he ever took her that way.

He kept playing, though, fighting himself from plunging his fingers deep inside her, the way he wanted to.

Luckily, Sansa pulled her mouth away from his then, and cried out, "Stop!"

Bugger me. I almost fucked everything up. Get some self control dog!

"I'm sorry Little Bird, I'm sorry I almost-I told you, I just can't stop myself when I'm with you."

"No, Sandor. I didn't want you to stop, I just need you to. You won't make me forget what I'm doing, no matter how you try to. I want to taste you. You need to stop touching me so I can start touching you the way I want to. So lay back down and stop."

"Fuck, girl, you are crazy." Crazy Little Bird. I almost just ruined her with my fingers and she thinks I was still trying to get her away from my cock. All I want is to get her closer to my fucking cock. Bugger me.

Sandor laid back down, like he was told, as Sansa took some deep breaths to compose herself. She had been so close to her peak and his hands had felt so amazing. It was the first time his fingers had strayed from her little nub and she found herself wishing for more. She wasn't sure what more she could get from him that way, but she wanted it. Make him feel good, too. The thought came crashing back to her then and she cried out for him to stop.

Sansa resumed kissing down Sandor's body, starting at his chest this time. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, hoping it felt the same for him as it did for her when he did this. She switched to the other, but didn't linger there long. She was done messing around.

Sansa licked down his strong stomach and following a V-shaped muscle down to her goal. She pulled back slightly to look at his manhood again, assessing. How do I do this? It was huge, which was problematic. It jutted up proudly, out of a nest of dark hair. Gods, I hope I can do this well. For him. He deserves it.

Sandor must have felt hesitation from her, because he shifted up and pulled her chin up, drawing her eyes away from his manhood.

"You don't need to do anything, Little Bird. Trust me, I don't need you to. And, let me tell you, girl, feeling you find your pleasure the way you have let me is the best fucking happiness I will ever get. Don't do something you don't want to."

I do want to. I just don't know how to.

"I want to, Sandor. I promise, I want to."

Tentatively, Sansa leaned her head back down and kissed the top of his manhood. He was wet there, and she could taste that it was slightly salty. Not disgusting, though. Not even unpleasant. His cock jumped when she did and she giggled, a little nervously.

"Why does it do that?" she asked.

"It's excited, silly bird. You're driving me crazy, cock and all." His voice was lower and rougher than she had ever heard it. Didn't know that was possible. I love that sound. I love him.

Sansa kissed the top again, with a little more pressure. She wasn't really sure what to do, so she kissed down his length, along the side, until she reached the hair. She licked back up the same side and listened to Sandor groan desperately.

"Does that feel good, Sandor?" Before he answered her, she mimicked her actions down the other side of his cock.

"Fuck, Little Bird, amazing." He was breathless and panting.

"Will you peak from this?"

"Ugh, I want to Sansa but I don't think so. I need more."

"Tell me." Sansa was still busy kissing and licking around his manhood.

Fuck me. She always does that. And because I'm so fucking stupid, she always floors me with it. Think I'd realize it by now. I shouldn't be the one to teach the Little Bird about these things, but fuck it, I can't stop.

"I don't want to scare you away, Little Bird." He growled. Please, please, please!

"Tell me," was all she said.

"Fuck, girl. Use your hands and grab the bottom, like when we were in the cave. And stroke."

"I want to use my mouth."She whined prettily as she looked up at him, beginning to stroke his cock.

"You will. Ahhh. Ok. You can't fit me all, I'm too big. But put your mouth on me, and don't let your teeth touch anything. Stop when you can't handle any more in your mouth. Then keep moving your hands over the part you can't fit. Open your mouth, Little Bird."

She did as she was told, slowly and carefully. Sandor thought he would explode. She was careful to keep her teeth away from his cock, for which he was very grateful. Her mouth was wet and warm as she moved it down his cock. Her mouth was little, but Sansa was good at following directions. She fit a few inches of him in her mouth and stopped, higher up his cock than he would have wished. Stop it, dog. Sansa fucking Stark has her mouth on your cock. Don't be so fucking greedy.

"Suck," he growled.

She did. She sucked the head of his cock, gently at first, but then harder as she heard his grunts coming louder and faster. She was working him with her hands, as well, and it felt amazing. He wanted her to move her head. He wanted her to suck his balls into her mouth. What are you waiting for, dog? She'll do what you say.

"Move your head up and down while you suck, Little Bird." Sandor took hold of her head then, and showed her how he wanted her to move.

Sandor was close. Seven hells, so fucking close. Everything Sansa did was perfect. She was no experienced whore, but it didn't matter. She was everything he wanted so everything she tried felt so much more powerful than anything had before. How could I think I would forget this was my Little Bird? Stupid dog. I can do this. I can get my pleasure and stay in control. Giving her pleasure is where I lose it.

She had been sucking him for a few minutes before he couldn't hold on anymore. He tried to think of something other than his Little Bird's wet mouth working his cock. He tried to close his eyes to the vision of her kneeling on the bed next to his prone figure, his cock in her mouth and in her hands, her breasts hanging down, brushing his legs as she sucked, her hair hanging down, there to be grabbed and positioned. He took hold of her hair, bunching it in his hand so he could have a better view. So much for trying to last longer, dog. It was the best thing he had ever seen. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would be living this moment and he wanted to savor it. Not an option.

"Little Bird, I'm going to come," he could hardly breath, trying to hold back while he tried to move her head from his cock. She squeezed his cock slightly and looked up into his eyes and shook her head, her mouth still full with his cock.

"Seven fucking hells!" He shouted and then yelled wordlessly as he felt his seed surge up and out of him, into Sansa's mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him as he just kept coming, emptying everything he had into her mouth and watching in disbelief. I love this girl. He never had spilled his seed in a whore's mouth. He was paying them to fuck, not suck.

Sandor was dazed as he felt Sansa swallowing. Even more dazed as he watched her sit up, his cock sliding out of her mouth, spent, and some of his come dripping down her chin. His mouth popped open stupidly as he watched her take a finger, wipe the come, and then suck that finger in her mouth. I've died. This is my torture. Tortured with pleasure that I know I don't deserve. That I'll fuck up somehow. Cruel fucking gods.

Sandor was close, she could tell. He was gripping her hair tightly and thrusting his hips minutely, not forcing more of himself in her mouth, but he was unable to stop the motion as he lost himself in his pleasure. I want more. I want to taste his release, like he did mine.

Sandor warned her that he was close and she felt him try to move her head away. She looked up at him and shook her head. She heard his groan, saw him throw his head down to the mattress, and heard him yell as his cock twitched beneath her hands and in her mouth as he released his seed. She held her mouth still as she felt shot after shot of his seed fill her mouth. She swallowed around his softening manhood without really thinking about it. He tasty salty and tangy. She liked it. This must be like it what it was for him too. I wonder if we have similar tastes...He tastes so good.

His manhood free from her mouth and softer now, Sansa felt some of his release drip down her chin. Quickly, she caught it with a finger and sucked her finger clean. So good. She noticed Sandor watching her then, his eyes filled with something primal. The look made her stomach clench and sent a new wave of wetness to her cunt. She realized, then, how wet she got while she sucked him. She was aching and wanted release again.

She wanted to kiss him, and leaned toward his lips before remembering where her mouth had just been. She stopped and backed away when she felt Sandor grab her head.

"Where do you think you're going, Little Bird?" he growled.

"I wanted to kiss you," she replied.

"And...?"

"And I just swallowed your...whatever you call that."

Sandor laughed darkly. "Come, Little Bird, you can call that come. You just swallowed my come after you had your mouth on my cock. You don't always have to be so polite, Sansa, especially not when we are like this."

"I am always polite, ser. I didn't think you would want my mouth near yours after that."

"You were wrong Little Bird," he said, "I don't give a fuck what your mouth was just doing. I'll kiss you when I please."

That made Sansa gasp as she felt her cunt explode with fire. Gods, I love when he talks. When he says things like that. He pulled her to him, kissing her hard, his tongue battling for dominance with hers.

Sansa couldn't help but whimper into his mouth. "Please, Sandor, can you touch me, again?"

"Are you wet for me, Little Bird? Did sucking me off get you wet?" He sounded awed.

"Yes, yes. Please." I love you.

"Fucking hells, girl." He grabbed her, then, and flipped her on to her back.

It didn't take long. Sansa was so worked up from pleasuring him, she was basically at the edge before Sandor even touched her. She came with his hands at her breasts and his mouth at her cunt, sucking and nipping and licking with all the strength he had. He whispered, "Come for me, please," into her cunt, barely breaking contact, and she did, crying out hoarsely.

She had no energy left. The room was still dark. Their activities took less than two hours. There was still time before the sun came up. She couldn't believe how happy that made her.

She felt Sandor move, getting up from his position kneeling on the floor. He lifted Sansa into his arms gently. She had been laying with her back on the bed and her feet planted on the floor while he sucked her. He laid her in the middle of the bed and wrapped himself around her.

"I'm so happy with you, Sandor," she whispered as she let sleep take her.

"So I am, Little Bird. So am I." Sansa smiled into his chest, and moved no more for the rest of the night.