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“That cock is fucking huge,” said Sandor, looking into the box with wide eyes.
Sansa carefully removed the item in question. The dildo wobbled as she did, its pearlescent electric-blue sheen catching the light. She’d chosen it, loving how pretty the shade of blue was. If she was going to have her own cock, she wanted it to be beautiful. “It’s smaller than yours,” she said reasonably. “And I have yours inside me all the time.”
Sandor rolled his eyes and snorted. “Not up your arse.”
Sansa looked at him, raising a delicate brow. She picked up her mug and took a sip of her tea with her free hand, still maintaining eye contact.
“Fine, there was that time after your brother’s wedding,” Sandor amended, tapping his fingers on the table. “And when I bought you that lacy pink underwear thing.”
“And on your last birthday,” said Sansa, carefully placing her mug back on the coaster then shifting her gaze to examine the dildo closely. It was smooth, with a slight wobble and a flared base for attaching to the harness. She sat back in her chair, tapping the head of the dildo thoughtfully on the palm of her hand. “If making love like that was so forgettable, perhaps we shouldn’t do it again.”
“Fucking you is never forgettable,” said Sandor quickly, looking between the jiggling dildo and her face.
Sansa looked at him through narrowed eyes and hummed. “I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she said, standing up from the table. “Shall we start getting ready to use it now?”
Sandor blinked several times, then straightened. He stood up, stepped into her space and bent down to kiss her. His black hair fell as a curtain over them both.
She curled a hand around his neck, holding him close as they kissed, enjoying the closeness of him.
“I can’t fucking wait to see you in that harness,” Sandor said as they broke the kiss. “Do you want to shower with me?”
“I’ll meet you up there. I’ll lock up the house first, I’d hate to get interrupted.”
***
Sansa carefully placed all the equipment on her bedside table, within easy reach. The harness and dildo. Several large, fluffy towels, neatly folded. The biggest bottle of personal lubricant she’d ever seen.
“I’m not used to needing so much preparation before we make love,” she murmured as she moved to the bed and stretched out naked beside Sandor. Their bodies were both flushed, skin warm and pink from the shower, smelling of Sansa’s apricot-scented shower gel.
“That’s because I’m generally the one with the cock, and mine stays bloody attached. Permanently.” He reached out and cupped her breast, circling the nipple with his thumb. Sparks of pleasure fizzled through her body.
Sansa reached down and grasped his erection, pumping her hand up and down a few times as Sandor groaned. He let go of her breast and rolled onto his back. She leaned in to kiss him, slowly and deeply, as she caressed him. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” she said in a low voice, her lips poised above his, a frisson of embarrassment still resurfacing over saying such crude words but used to it now after being with Sandor for so long. “I want you to beg me to let you come.”
“Fuck,” Sandor said, his voice more of a rasp than usual. “I love you so fucking much.” He cupped one side of her face with his big hand, as he often did, usually the side that on him was gnarled and scarred.
“I love you too,” Sansa replied, brushing her lips over his again then sitting back on her heels. “Now get on your hands and knees and wait quietly while I get ready to fuck your arse.”
Sansa wiggled backwards off the bed, watching as Sandor positioned himself for her, open and vulnerable. He turned his head to watch her, and she ran her fingertips over her stiff nipples, then pinched them. Sandor’s eyes followed her every movement.
She carefully stepped into the harness, pulling it up and positioning it as per the instructions she’d read earlier. The harness itself was a tasteful dark purple featuring scalloped edging and the delicate sheen of sparkles in the colour, with straps going over her hips, bottom and between her legs. It made her feel feminine and fierce, and the friction against her swollen clit was just what she needed.
She positioned the blue dildo securely into place at the front of her harness, and retrieved the enormous pink bottle of lube. Also sparkly, like her harness, but only on the outside. The contents of the bottle were all business.
Her cock wobbled obscenely as she moved back towards Sandor.
Sandor’s eyed glittered darkly. “That the best lube you could get?”
Sansa paused mid-step, looked at the bottle and frowned. “It’s called ‘Back Door Delights’, and it’s water based, for use with strap-ons.” She squirted some onto her hand, then onto the dildo, smearing it around the smooth shaft. She remounted the bed, positioning herself behind Sandor, between his calves.
Sansa hummed as she took in the scene, her strong, powerful lover in a position of such vulnerability. The trust and intimacy of the situation almost shocking. She ran a fingertip up the back of a hairy thigh, over the curve of his bottom.
“What the fuck are you doing back there?” Sandor muttered, sounding impatient. “My arsehole isn’t that fucking pretty.”
“Be patient,” said Sansa. She stroked her fingertip over the body part in question, and Sandor’s breath hitched. “And I think it’s very pretty,” she continued lightly. “And for the moment it’s all mine, so you will take what I give you.”
She moved closer, using both hands now to stroke over Sandor’s skin, massaging his lower back the way he liked, but also stroking around his hips and thighs. She let a hand drift down to grasp his erection, then up to tease his hole, smiling when he moaned.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, dripping some lube straight on to him, and caressing around his rim.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “It feels fucking amazing.”
She moved slowly, spreading the lubricant around, letting the tip of her finger dip inside him. He moaned in the back of his throat each time but leaned into her touch.
“Spread your legs a bit,” she murmured. “I need you lower down so our heights match better.”
Sandor obligingly slid his knees further apart.
Sansa slid her index finger all the way inside him, marvelling in the way he tensed up around her finger, then relaxed into the sensation. She reached up and rubbed his lower back with her free hand. “Is this okay?” she asked.
“Aye,” he said after letting out a long breath. “Another finger, then the cock. I want you to fucking wreck me.”
“You need to wait,” she said, pulling her hand back and squirting some lubricant onto her middle finger, then easing them both back inside him. She carefully pressed downwards, towards his front, and Sandor gave his loudest moan yet. “You feel so good around me,” she said, echoing what he’d always say to her when they made love.
“I want you to fuck me,” he groaned. “Come on, Little Bird. I fucking need it.”
“I’m fucking you with my fingers,” she replied, pressing downwards again. “So be a good boy and take it.”
He clenched around her fingers at that, and she smiled, even though Sandor’s face was currently buried in his pillow so he couldn’t see her.
She fingered Sandor until he was breathing heavily, and she could see his own cock was leaking and red with arousal. She carefully pulled her fingers out and wiped the extra lubricant off with one of the towels.
“I wish you could see how amazing you look right now,” said Sansa. She gave Sandor’s bottom a reassuring pat and reached for the lube, thoroughly coating the dildo. “So ready for me.”
“You using extra lube?” muttered Sandor finally, his voice sounding fractured and thick with need.
“Copious amounts,” replied Sansa, “but tell me if anything is uncomfortable and I’ll stop right away.”
“I really fucking need you.”
“Then you can have me.”
She kept one hand on his hip as a reassuring connection, and with the other she guided her glistening cock inside Sandor.
“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, but sounding aroused, not discomforted. Sansa felt him shift his weight, and one of his hands snaked down to grab his own cock.
“Hands off,” said Sansa sharply, more forcefully than she intended, but the rush of power when he snatched his hand away was heady. “You come when I say you can come.”
His entire body stiffened, as it had every time that she’d gotten bossy with him.
“I fucking love you,” he said, pushing back towards her, relaxing again. “Fuck, Little Bird.”
“And I love you, but you still have to wait,” Sansa said, pushing the dildo infinitesimally slowly into Sandor.
Sansa still remembered the first time she and Sandor had made love. He had waited for her to adjust to the size of him, bodies tangled together, his huge form above her on her bed. His lips had tasted of her pleasure, and she’d known at that moment that she loved him. He’d always been a considerate and careful lover, which had never surprised Sansa because she knew the man beneath the grump.
She waited now, when the dildo was fully seated inside Sandor, kneeling between his hairy thighs and pressed against his body.
Stroking the warm skin of his lower back and hips.
Marvelling at the powerful man completely at her mercy.
“Do you want me to move, or stay still?” she asked, her voice breaking the sexually charged atmosphere.
Sandor grunted. “Try moving,” he said.
Sansa tried thrusting slowly, surprised by how unfamiliar the action was. She’d always been on the receiving end, but being the person doing the penetrating was quite different to the reverse. She could feel the ache of using unaccustomed muscles.
In a few moments, Sandor was moaning continuously. His fists clenched the sheets, his grip so hard that his arms trembled.
The new motions made the strap positioned between her legs rub against her clit. Sansa had been so focused on Sandor she’d neglected her own pleasure, but found it now, her own breathy moans joining Sandor’s grunts of enjoyment.
She pressed herself against him, snaking a hand down between their bodies and then her legs. There was hardly space down there, but she was determined. Sansa nudged the strap of the harness to the side and started rubbing her clit, groaning in relief at the contact. She kept her eyes downwards to where she was penetrating Sandor’s body, the blue dildo vivid against his skin.
“Seven fucking Hells,” Sandor said, “are you getting yourself off?”
“You can touch yourself while I touch myself, but you aren’t allowed to come yet,” she gasped out.
His hand immediately shot down and without ceremony he began roughly jerking himself off, his moans increasingly desperate. Sandor was far louder than he usually was during sex, his inhibitions completely disappearing. The trust he placed in her and the power she wielded was intoxicating.
She had trouble getting any friction against her clit since the area was so crowded, but she was so desperately turned on between the physical stimulation and the relentless sexiness of the situation that it didn’t matter. Her legs began to tremble as the burning pleasure between her legs spread out through her whole body.
“Let me hear you,” rasped Sandor, his hand moving frantically.
The pleasure spiked and Sansa cried out as her climax hit, only staying upright through sheer force of will. Her upper body bent forward, and she held onto Sandor like a lifeline.
Sandor let go of his erection when she moaned her climax, but his body shook with tension. “Fuck me some more, Little Bird,” he said, his voice grating, “and let me come.”
Sansa gripped Sandor’s hips and began to thrust again, head still spinning from her orgasm.
“Tell me you love me,” she said, her voice almost as rough as Sandor’s.
“I fucking love you,” he gasped out, throwing his head back. Tendrils of hair clung to the sweat on his skin. “You are my fucking world.”
She increased her grip on him. “Tell me that you are my good boy.”
“I’m anything you want me to be,” he said between thrusts.
Sansa stopped moving and Sandor pushed back against her, turned his head to try to look at her.
“Fuck. Sansa. Don’t stop. Fuck.”
Sansa leaned a little to the side so they could make eye contact. “Say it, Sandor.” She punctuated her words with a little thrust of her hips. “Tell me you’re a good boy.”
His eyes went wide, but he didn’t look away from her. “I’m a good fucking boy. I’m your good boy.”
She nodded once and began moving. Sandor turned his face back into the pillow, moaning again.
Sansa looked down, mesmerised by the sight of the slick blue cock disappearing into Sandor. “Tell me you love taking my cock.”
“I love taking your cock,” he said, muffled. “Let me come, Little Bird.”
“You may come now,” Sansa said graciously. “But I want to hear you say my name when you do.”
It only took a few strokes before Sandor’s entire body tensed up and he moaned, “Sansa,” into the pillow as he reached his peak.
He collapsed onto his stomach, Sansa’s cock sliding out of his body as he did so. On wobbly legs, Sansa hopped off the bed and removed the harness, dropping it onto a towel for later clean up.
She climbed back onto the bed and stretched out beside Sandor, slinging an arm over his sweaty back.
He grunted an acknowledgment, but otherwise didn’t move. Sansa smiled fondly, and shut her eyes, letting her heart beat slow and return to normal.
After a few minutes Sandor stirred, and she opened her eyes as he raised his head to look at her.
To her surprise, he blushed when they made eye contact, and she stroked the hair off his face.
“I love you,” she said, smiling at him.
He huffed. “I love you too. That was the hottest fucking experience of my life.”
He groaned and then relaxed again, dropping his face into the pillow.
Sansa stroked his back, the way she had when she was inside him. “How do you feel?” she murmured, kissing the ball of his shoulder, right where his tattoo of a snarling hound had been inked.
He hummed and said, “I’m lying in a puddle of my own jizz. You have fucking slayed me. I can’t fucking move.”
She reached down and squeezed the nearest cheek of his bottom. “Do you feel okay down there?”
He turned his face towards her and opened one eye. “My arse feels like my wife bent me over and fucked me like I was her bitch. But in a good way.”
Sansa grinned at him, then moved so she could kiss his forehead, on the hairline.
“And I’m looking forward to doing that again,” she whispered into his ear.
Sandor moved a sluggish arm and reached over to cup her own bottom. “As am I, Little Bird, as am I.”