Sandor and Sansa share a somewhat intimate moment.
This chapter is rated M for strong sexual situations. Although really, what are you doing in the GoT/ASOIAF section(s) if you don't like sexual situations?
Sansa let him pull her against him so that her back was flush against his broad chest, coarsely furred and beaded with sweat. She could feel his cock, still slick with the product of their lovemaking, nestled against her ass.
With a smirk she wriggled in his arms, teasing him. Sandor retaliated by giving her swollen breast a squeeze with his large hand.
"You're an insatiable little bird," he growled in her ear. He placed a kiss against her shoulder while his hand trailed from her breast to her belly, tracing the gradual swell there with his palm. She was only just starting to show that she was with child, but she was growing more and more every day.
Sandor was fascinated by his wife and her transformation. He'd seen plenty of pregnant women in his lifetime, but he'd never seen the change happening before his eyes. She'd always been slim, but when she'd been pregnant with their twins he'd seen her slim frame grow and flesh out. When they'd lain together during that time he'd been able to tell the difference in her hips as he gripped them; they'd been fleshier, less bony. Her thighs, too, had thickened, and he certainly hadn't complained about that; they fit his hands perfectly, especially when she was sitting astride him. Her breasts had swelled with milk later in her pregnancy, and he enjoyed the weight of them in his palms.
After the twins were born and time passed, she did lose some of that weight, but her figure remained fuller than it had been before her pregnancy. Now that she was pregnant once more, however, she was gaining it back. To punctuate his thoughts, Sandor slipped a hand down and squeezed the flesh of her hip, growling his approval. Sansa chuckled.
"You know how much I hate it when you tease me like that," she chastised. "I feel enough like a cow without you pointing it out."
"I'm not teasing you, and you're no cow." To illustrate his point, he rolled his hips forward, pressing his hardening cock against her.
"For your sake I hope not," she said with a sly smile. She turned toward him abruptly, straddling his hips and resting against his length. "What would the smallfolk think if it got around that my husband becomes aroused at the thought of making love to a cow? They'd all be frightened for their cattle."
Sandor bellowed out a deep, throaty laugh. "I can assure you I wasn't thinking of fucking a cow."
"Good. I would hate for you to get too distracted to enjoy this," she informed him, reaching between them and positioning herself so that he could slip inside her with ease.
Pregnancy also made his little bird an excitable creature; it was nearly impossible to satisfy her need to have him every night. But he wasn't about to complain about that, either.