Chapter Thirty-one

Sansa gasped when Jon turned the light on in the hotel room and she found the bed covered with rose petals, soft music playing, and a tray of lemon bars on the nightstand.

"There's two milkshakes chilling in the fridge," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled at her neck.

"Even though I just wolfed down that hamburger from Wendy's, I am so going to stuff my face with those lemon bars." She looked over her shoulder at him. "Grab the milkshakes?"

"Of course."

Sansa was almost afraid to get on the bed, but in the end she did anyway. "I can't believe you did all this, Jon."

"I can be romantic," he said a bit indignantly as he handed her, her shake. He then sat down beside her.

She stuffed a lemon bar in her mouth and said, "Yes, but I can so see you thinking how impractical it is to be shredding rose petals that will end up crushed and on the floor."

"So that's what a lemon bar looks like in someone's mouth. I'd always wondered."

She held a hand over mouth as she finished chewing and shot him a glare. He grinned. "It must be love if I actually found that adorable."

She finished chewing, swallowed, sipped her shake and turned so she was sitting against the headboard, her legs over Jon's lap. He took off her flip-flops.

"Are we starting?" she asked.

He started to laugh. "Did you really just ask that?"

She nudged him with her foot and he moved her legs off his lap and stood. He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

She smiled and slipped her hand into his. "Of course."

He drew her into his arms and wrapped his arms around her. Sansa perched her chin on his shoulder as they swayed to the music.

"Oh, wait, I have something I want to play for you," he said and pulled out of her arms.

Sansa looked at him quizzically as he went to his phone and fiddled with it. When the strains of "Wind Beneath my Wings" started to play, Sansa burst out laughing. She held out her arms to him and he came over to her and she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him soundly. "You are officially the best boyfriend ever," she said.

He kissed her then, slowly, and ran his fingers through her hair. He started to walk her back to the bed. "Just so you know, we're starting now."

She laughed and then let out an 'eep!' when the back of her legs hit the bed. She sat down and started to undo the buttons of Jon's shirt from the bottom up.

"I have protection," he told her. "I know we didn't talk about it."

"It's okay. I went on the pill after…well…"

"He who shall not be named?"

Sansa nodded and pushed Jon's shirt off. She then leaned over and began pressing kisses to his stomach. It clenched and he grunted as his hand tangled in her hair. She smiled to herself and continued her path up. When she got to one nipple she flicked her tongue against it and Jon swore.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her as his hands slipped under her tank top and pushed up. She helped him rid herself of it and he went to work on her bra while nuzzling her neck. When her bra was gone, he trailed kisses across her chest and then took one breast in his mouth and flicked his tongue against her nipple. Sansa moaned and dug her hands in his curls. He left a path of kisses to her other breast and made sure to give it the same treatment.

By this point, Sansa was out of her mind with need. Judging by the say Jon pushed her down on the bed and yanked her pants down, he was too. She laughed somewhat nervously as her panties went flying over his shoulder. And then he pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled before her. He put her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her pussy.

Sansa flopped back on the bed with a moan, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he said. "I want your eyes on me."

Sansa lifted herself up and met his eyes as he licked and sucked at her. When she came, she balled the comforter and a few rose petals with it, in her hands and cried out his name.

Jon seemed to know when to back off and then he stood, wiped his chin, and watched her with hunger in his eyes as he discarded the rest of his clothing. He started to reach for her, but Sansa stopped him with a hand jutted out. "I want to look at you," she breathed. "I've seen parts of you, but not all of you." Her eyes ran over him and she whispered. "You're so beautiful, Jon."

"Nothing compared to you," he whispered back and pushed her back on the bed. He kissed her knees. Her thighs. Her pussy. Her hips. Her belly, her chest, neck, and finally her lips. He rolled partially to the side and ran a hand down her body. His eyes devoured her as Sansa's devoured him. She then reached for his cock, hard and straining, and leaking precum. She stroked him gently and Jon moaned.

"Do you want me to use my mouth on you?" she asked curiously.

"No, I'm too close as it is and I want to be inside you." He pulled her hand off him and kissed her fingers.

"Can you believe it, Jon?" Sansa said in awe. "Can you believe that after all this time and after so many years we're here?"

"I can," Jon murmured. "Do you know what all those years were, Sansa?"

"No, what?"

He smiled. "Foreplay."

She erupted into laughter. "I want you to tell Robb that when we go home for the summer."

"Sansa, please don't mention your brother in bed with us," Jon whined.

She bit her lip and giggled. "Sorry."

"I want you to spread your legs for me, sweetling."

She did as he told her and Jon crawled over her and settled himself between them. He braced his hands on either side of her head and peered down at her. "Are you ready?"

She nodded and curled her fingers around his biceps. Jon reached between them with one hand and brought himself to her core. Sansa held her breath. He looked at her. "Breathe, sweetling."

She let out the breath she'd been holding just as Jon inched himself inside her. He grunted and then groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. "God, Sansa, you're so tight…"

"That's good, right?"

He groaned. "Yes, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Quick like a band-aid, Jon. Just do it."

His face twisted into one of intense concentration and then he plunged inside her. Sansa gasped and her nails dug into his arms.

Jon held himself still inside her. "Are you okay? Sansa, did I hurt you badly?"

"It's supposed to hurt," she said through clenched teeth.

"I know, but I still can't stand that it did." He began peppering her face with kisses. "Sweetling," he murmured. "My Sansa, my girl, my sweet Sansa…"

He kissed her deeply and didn't move and then Sansa shifted under him. "I think it's okay for you to move now, Jon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said with nod.

He kissed her and began to move, slowly. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his breathing heavier. "Are you okay?"

She nodded and shifted under him, causing him to hit her clit in just the right way. She gasped. "Oh!"

"Yes?"

"Very much yes," she breathed.

He grinned down at her kissed her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. "I love you so much," he whispered.

Sansa moaned tugged on his hair lightly with one hand. He took the hint and kissed her. "Tell me you love me," he muttered against her lips.

"I love you, Jon."

His thrusts grew faster. He bent his head and bit lightly at her neck, sucked on it to the point that Sansa knew he'd left a mark, and then laved one nipped with his tongue and then the other.

Sansa moaned and gripped his arms.

"I want you to come for me, sweet girl," he said and reached between them with one hand. He began to stroke her clit as he steadily pumped inside her. "Come for me, Sansa. I want to feel you wet my cock. God, you feel so good." He bent over and nipped at her ear. "I'm going to make love to you every day. I'm going to bury myself inside you and make you come every single day."

"Jon!" Sansa shouted as she came. "Jon, oh God, Jon…"

"That's my girl. That's my Sansa," he muttered. Then he moaned and held himself inside her. "Sansa, my Sansa, fuck, yes, fuck…"

He dropped down onto her and kissed her again and again and again. "I never want to let you go," he said softly. "How did I go so long without you?"

Sansa smiled and brushed some hair from his face. "You'll never have to again."

Jon rolled them to their sides and he held her close against him, their legs entangled together. "I didn't use a condom," he muttered.

"It's okay. We'll be fine."

"Are you okay?" he asked and looked at her worriedly.

"I'm perfect."

He leaned in, kissed her, and murmured, "Indeed you are."