When
I wake, I
am in my own bed, it's
dark and
I
have no idea how long I've slept.
I
stretch out beneath the covers
and wince
at
how
sore
I
am inside
and out.
But
recent memories of passion renew my desire for Cersei.
I imagine she
is asleep beside me, turned away, naked, beautiful in the moonlight
that touches her face and turns her golden hair into precious white
gold.
This awakens
her and she turns to me, eyes shining brightly with a faint smile
upon her lips.
“You should
let me go back to my bedchamber now. Your husband may get jealous
Little Dove.” Cersei remarks dryly getting out of bed and making her
way to a half open window to look up at the slow dawning of a new day
outside.
Taking a
moment, I follow her to the window and put my arms around her from
behind. “What happens if I don't want you to leave?”
I feel her grow
tense before she takes one of my hands and puts it in between her
thighs. The Conquerer she had used to take my virginity with before
was gone and here she was warm, wet and smooth.
After a few
moments, she takes away my hand and turns to kiss me, lowering me to
the floor on a lion skin rug nearby as she does so. I let her gently
part my thighs and fit her body to mine.
She starts
to thrust against
me hard
over
and over. pushing me and pushing me until
I am close to the edge
again. I whimper.
"Come
for me, my
love."
Her
voice is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and she
thrusts harder and faster against me.
My
body releases its pleasure in a surge so powerful that I swear, for
just one moment, I see the stars outside.
Then
she stills, her body rigid, listening and then I hear it too.
Someone
is pounding hard at the locked door to her bedchamber and demanding
to be let inside. There a loud scuffle, an incredibly loud bang and
then silence. She laughs and then smiles at me.
I
take this moment to turn us over so that I am the one on top and
slide a hand in between her legs, moving my fingers inside, so, so,
slowly.
Cersei places her hand over mine. "Do it like this,"
She whispers and moves her hand up and down with a gentle grip
around my fingers.
Then she closes her eyes and her breath hitches in her throat
with pleasure as she moves my hand inside her. "Oh Sansa,” She
cries out, “That feels so good."
Cersei releases my hand and closes her eyes as I move deeper inside her. A
low groan of my name escapes from deep within her throat. The
sudden urge to kiss her there takes me by surprise and I lean
forward, placing my lips around her, kissing gently.
I
let my tongue brush against her womanhood and she tastes as sweet as
honey. Its so much better then any lemon cake I've ever had. And I
want more.
Gently
taking my hand away, I replace it with my tongue, thrusting gently
inside her. Cersei's eyes fly open with surprise and pleasure so I thrust
harder, swirling
my tongue round and round. Her
hands grip the rug tightly as her hips begin moving again. She moans
my name, over and over again.
Suddenly,
without warning, she cries
out loudly
and
stills, shuddering
wildly.
I
can feel warm, honey
flavoured
liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly, licking
her clean as she did to me.
Then
I sit back and watch her recover from her release.
A
small smile plays upon my lips knowing that I was the one to do this
to her and it
was not
the other way around for
once.
Eventually,
opening
her
eyes, Cersei
glares at me. “Where
did you learn to do that?"
She
asks, astonished. "Sansa...
that was... good, really good.”
I
smile widely. She arches an eyebrow and eyes me suspiciously.
"Have
you done that before?"
"No.
Because I wanted to do it to you. To you and no one else." I
can't help the small tinge of pride in my denial and my explanation.
"Me?
Because you love me?" She says obviously pleased and somewhat
relieved by the appraising look upon her face. “Well... I love you
too.”
As
her lips meet mine I wake up to find myself alone, still in my bed.
It
was all a dream.
A
beautiful dream.
A new day has begun and I am ready for my next lesson...
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