Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes Part two

My body tingles, more then ready for Cersei to take me again in whatever way she chooses.

"You are so deliciously wet Sansa. Gods, I want you now." She thrusts her finger inside me and I cry out with pleasure as she does it again and again.

Suddenly Cersei stands, grabs me and throws me on to her desk. 

Then she moves in between my legs, parting them widely and pulls me to her as she pulls off her robe.

I see a considerably lengthy object between her thighs. I know she means to use on it me and I feel my body tense with fear.

“No. Don't be afraid." Cersei soothes, her eyes on mine, burning with desire. "Think of it as only the conqueror of your maidenhead. As only a part of me." Then she leans down, her hands on either side of my head, so she's hovering over me, staring down into my eyes.

Then she teases my opening slowly with her fingers and smiles. “Does the idea excite you? Or me?” She laughs as she feels how willing my body is to her touch. “Clearly you.”

I cry out as Cersei carefully pushes one finger inside me and then adds another. “So tight, so good.” She muses, moving them in and out slowly, smiling when I begin to moan, moving my hips, with pleasure.

Kissing her way slowly down my body, she brings her lips to join them and I am her willing prisoner of pleasure.

My hands go back to grab the edges of the desk as my second release builds out of all control.

Then Cersei stops.

She stops and returns to her original position over me and smirks wickedly down at me. “Touch me. Now.” She takes my hand and puts it on her 'conqueror.'

Its hard, wooden and so, so, smooth. My hand moves higher and I hear a stifled moan come from her lips. Inspired by this, I begin to rub her there rather hard until her moans become louder and unmistakable.

Then she moves my hand away and smiles as she positions the conqueror at the entrance to my thighs, ready and willing to take my maidenhead.

“Open your legs wider, surrender to me.” She kisses me deeply as I silently obey her wishes and slowly, gently, pushes into me.

She rises above me, still moving gently, as I cry out with pain, feeling my maidenhead willingly surrender itself to her touch.

I feel so full and sore at the overwhelming feeling of her deep inside me. Yet, my body still so wants this, wants her to take me. She kisses me again and I put my arms around her, as she wraps my legs around her thighs.

Cersei's lips move to my neck, kissing lightly and then back to my own. 

All the while, she continues moving gently inside me and as I slowly grow accustomed to the strange feelings coursing through me, my hips begin moving of their accord, in time with hers.

Then she rises above me again, taking me harder, faster, until I am crying out with pleasure. I feel something building deep inside me, like the intense pleasure of before but tenfold.

Suddenly, my body quivers, a sheen of sweat gathers over me and her name comes from my lips over and over again.

Oh by the Seven!

I didn't know it would feel like this...

didn't know it would feel as good as this!

my body is trembling as I find my release again and again.

Cersei is still inside me, thrusting even harder and faster now. Her hands are gripping the edges of the desk behind my head and she is moaning my name as she continues.

Then she takes her hands away, grasps my legs and raises them higher, up onto her shoulders as she takes me as hard and fast as she can.

Cersei is now so deep inside me that her womanhood touches my own, the intense pleasure of this sensation outweighs any of the pain I feel at the same time.

After a few moments, without warning, our bodies find an extremely powerful, hard release together.

When we come back from the Heavens I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing and calm my thumping heart.

Wow...

that was...

astounding...

Eventually, I open my eyes to see that Cersei has her forehead pressed against mine, her eyes closed, she also panting and trying to slow her breathing.

Then her eyes flicker open and she smiles, sweetly, gently pressing a kiss against my lips and making to withdraw from me.

“No,” I say forcefully, newly building desire for her overriding my senses, before reaching out to quickly pull her back to me. “I want you to take me again.”

“Turn around Little Dove and lie down on your stomach.” She commands and I willingly do as she asks.

Then she lies on top of me, tenderly kissing my neck, my back, slowly moving her way down and opening my legs. I tremble as she kisses my thighs and let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly takes me hard with her tongue.

The moment I can take no more she withdraws and I feel a strange, not unpleasant pressing at my small hole.

I whimper and cry out with pain as she suddenly fills me completely with the conqueror there and slowly withdraws.

“This is pleasurable too. Allow yourself to feel it.” slowly she eases back into me again and I whimper more. The next time she moves, slowly, slowly, until she's buried in me. Slowly, I let my body relax itself and it feels deeper, filling me there, wonderfully so.

One of her hands reaches beneath me, two of her fingers slip inside me and move in time with her deep, slowly quickening, thrusts.

“That's it Sansa,” She murmurs, taking me harder as my release suddenly begins to build, “Do it. Give yourself to me.” I let go and come again. Its sweet, agonizing and intense.

When I open my eyes again, my body calming, she gently withdraws from me and places tender kisses upon my back. “The things I could do to you if we spent more time together,” She whispers in my ear as she kisses my neck. “You would be unable to walk for days.”

Cersei's words make my desire for her burn brightly again and I moan as I feel the head of the conqueror brushing against my womanhood. Then she stops...

She gets off the desk and retrieves her robe. Then gentle hands straighten my gown and gently stroke my hair.

I sit up, carefully and am rewarded with one of Cersei's brightest smiles.

“I'm afraid your hairpins are quite lost and your smallclothes are in no fit state to ever be worn again.” she explains with undisguised amusement as she picks up my badly torn smallclothes from the floor, inhales their scent and gives them back to me.

I go to kiss her but she turns away, whatever passion she felt for me is spent but not truly satisfied, I can see the desire burning in her eyes for me.

Turning away myself, I make my way to the door then but as my hand goes to open it Cersei comes up behind me, slamming me against the wood and kissing me hard.

“Something to remember me by until our next, private, audience.” She explains with a wicked smile, kissing my neck and then biting me there, hard, as her hand slips beneath my gown.

The moment I feel her hand on me, a surprisingly sweet release surfaces from 

nowhere, making me shudder hard against the door and Cersei moves back a few paces to watch my body calm.

“I warned you that you won't be able to walk tomorrow if you stay.” She turns away and goes back to her desk. “And I so want you to come back tomorrow for more... lessons.”

As I unlock and open the door, I watch her slowly bring a finger up to her lips, licking it slowly, savouring the taste and smiling wickedly at me. “Mmm... Such a sweet lemon cake.”

Fighting against the uncontrollable urge to stay, I leave, closing the door behind me and take a few deep breaths to calm myself as I make my way past the two, huge, Lannister guards.

Smiling to myself, I head back to my bedchamber, all ready for what tomorrows lesson brings...