She strolled along the corridor from the Great Hall with Ned, her hand on his arm, feeling his solid strength, liking it, liking even more the familiar wetness spreading between her legs. She leaned a little closer to Ned than would be deemed proper, even for a man and wife, not caring one whit.
Had she been able to she would have run for their bedchamber, of even had Ned carry her there, to throw her upon their bed and take her, ravish her. Ned's scent filled her nostrils, strong, musky, heady, her breath came in little gasps as they climbed the stairs in the Great Keep, her legs weak by the time they reached the floor that held the Stark family rooms.
As Cersei entered their bedchambers all she wanted to do was to tear Ned's clothes from his body and fall to her knees before him and take his cock into her mouth. She was blazing with desire, with an overwhelming need to have Ned, to worship him, to pleasure him.
But instead of giving in wantonly to her desires she had allowed herself to be undressed and prepared for bed, she must look in future to get dresses made that she could put on, and more importantly take off, herself. Here she was getting undressed when she could be in bed naked with Ned, yes; she would look into that with the seamstresses and dressmakers. Thankfully Winterfell had women who bore these titles and who produced the clothing for the Starks, though she considered their skill was lacking somewhat.
She allowed her ladies in waiting to dress her in a nightgown, when all she wanted to was dash naked into the bedchamber and fall upon Ned, and brush out her hair, again delaying her...
Eventually she had enough, suddenly standing and flicking with a hand towards the bedchamber "Thank you ladies, I am finished with you for the night."
The twins bowed and said their goodbyes, leaving her but she caught the unmistakable sounds of little gasp as the exited through the bedchamber.
She followed them, seeing the outer door close behind them, before turning her gaze to Ned, He was lying naked on the bed, furs and blankets only covering his lower half, and she stood there gazing at him, her nostrils flaring as his scent reached her, stronger, more enthralling than before. Her eyes became hooded, unfocused as desire, need, lust consumed her, she slipped out of the nightgown and took the few steps forward to the edge of the bed, climbing up onto it, her green eyes locked on Ned's grey ones.
She straddled him, leaning close, their lips almost touching, Ned's strong hands resting on her hips and lower back, their touch sending shivers up and down her spine.
Ned grinned and suddenly gripped her hard, lifted her up slightly and flipped them so that she was on her back and he was looming above, in response she opened her legs, without even remembering the thought. Moving her hands up to grip his arms, feeling their solid, hard packed muscle, she sighed with desire, arching her back to rub her breasts against his chest, moans escaping her lips as her nipples rubbed against the hard, ridged flesh.
Ned slid down her a little, his mouth closing around a nipple, his lips gently tugging at it before he sucked it into his mouth; a sharp little cry escaped her lips, to be replaced by urgent gasps as his tongue swirled over the little stub of her flesh. She brought her hands up to grip the back of his head, "Ned!" she gasped "Ned!" He continued to lick and kiss at one nipple and then the other, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin, before he moved his head lower, kissing across her belly, making her tremble with aching desire, moving lower, lower, his tongue trailing through the golden, sodden curls of her mons, before finally flicking at her core.
Cersei arched her body at the touch, the lightest of flick of a tongue, a languid moan escaping her, as Ned's tongue returned lapping and twirling over her, a first slow, then fast, then slow again. She felt a finger at her nether lips, felt it slide slowly into her, thrusting in and out of her to the counterpoint of his lips and tongue.
"Ned!" she gasped, feeling a delicious tightness and pressure suddenly build "Ned!!!" She gasped as her muscles clenched and shook, darting stabs of purest pleasure shot from her bud, her body shuddering. Ned moved his tongue and lips away, instead lapping and kissing the lips of her womanhood, she let out a long sight of pleasure at this, languid waves of delight lapping outwards from her belly. He moved back up to her clit and began licking it again, sharp exclamations gaping from her mouth, which hung open in her slack face, her eyes open yet seeing nothing.
Again and again he did this, bringing her to her peak and sending her over her edge, letting her come down slowly before bringing her back up again to peak and writhe under the ministrations of his tongue and lips.
Cersei could not take it any longer "Ned..." she let out a juddering moan, "Ned...please..."
He lifted his head from her sodden mons and moved his body upwards, until his chest was above her face and his manhood teased at her open, wet entrance.
"Yessss..." she hissed "please Ned..."
Slowly he pushed his bulk into her, sinking down into her without stopping until his stones lapped against her bum; he rested there a second before slowly withdrawing a little and pushing forwards again. Back and forth Ned rocked, teasing, "Ned!" Cersei gasped "Ned, harder!"
But he ignored her pleas, continuing that maddeningly slow pace, until finally the dam of her desire broke and she shuddered and clawed at his flanks and back, wordless moans escaping her lips. And still Ned did not vary his pace, sliding in and out, in and out, steady, slow, bringing her up again to the peak of pleasure quicker than she would have thought possible, to let another shuddering release break over her body.
Cersei lost track of how many times she climaxed on Ned's slowly pumping cock, all she could do was lay there, sweat slicked, shuddering and moaning, lost to desire. She had wrapped her legs and arms around Ned, urging him on, running her hands over his sweat drenched body, luxuriating him the feel of his muscles moving under his skin as he thrust in and out of her.
After what seemed like an age Ned just pushed himself in as deep as her could and let out a strangled cry, Cersei's body arched of its own volition and a cry escaped her lips, a flood of warmth erupted in her belly and she lost herself to the joy of Ned's release.