Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes Part 6

As we enter the Wheelhouse my heart beats wildly in anticipation. Several uninterrupted nights with Cersei where I would be the one in control is almost too much for me to handle. I feel my body trembling with both fear and pleasure.

Cersei smiles at me reassuringly and I look from her to our new surroundings. The Wheelhouse is lit with candles and huge cushions and furs line the floor. At the furtherest edge are two huge chests. One marked pleasure and the other pain.

“Which one will you choose first?” Cersei asks moving behind me to undo my gown and tenderly kisses my neck.

“I thought I was the one in control now?” I counter, laughing happily, as my gown and smallclothes slip down at the same moment.

“We aren't in Winterfell yet.” She whispers in my ear, turning me and pinning me into the door as she kisses her way down my back.

I cry out as she takes me hard from behind with her tongue and my body responses with a deliciously sweet fire building in every part of me.

Cersei deliberately increases her pace and forces me to ride her tongue furiously. An intense release builds out of control inside me and I cry out her name as it hits me, hard.

My knees give way and I slide down to the floor, falling back onto the cushions. Cersei rises and slowly undresses herself, tossing her clothes aside and lying down beside me.

One look at her nakedness and my body burns with passion for her once more.

Emboldened, I slide a hand in between her legs, moving my fingers over her womanhood slowly.

Cersei smiles and 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 Cersei closes her eyes and her breath hitches in her throat with pleasure as she moves my hand inside her. "Oh Sansa,” She cries out, “Don't stop."

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. Cersei arches her back and moans as I take her gently in my mouth.

I let my tongue brush against her womanhood and then thrust it gently inside her. Her eyes fly open with surprise and pleasure so I thrust harder, swirling my tongue round and round slowly, exploring Cersei, learning how best to pleasure her.

Cersei's hands move into my hair, pulling gently as her thighs tighten around me and she grows wetter and harder in my mouth.

I take her harder and faster relishing in my new-found power over her and she suddenly cries out, shaking, as an intense release catches both me and her completely off-guard.

As I feel Cersei release into my mouth, she tastes better then any lemon cake I have ever had and I know that I will never get enough of her. Not now, not ever.

“Fuck me,” She urges breathlessly, “Fuck me with the Conqueror.”

I go to the chest marked pleasure, open it and find the Conqueror just inside. After working out how to put it on, I put my hand to it and touch myself. To my surprise 

I feel the caress inside deep inside me but before I can wonder why, Cersei calls my name and I find myself on my knees beside her.

Cersei reaches for me, pulling me to her as I lean over her and thrust hard inside her.

I am not gentle with her. I take her hard and fast, her nails digging into my back and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

Pinning her to the cushions, I am pounding inside her. my womanhood hits hers furiously and feels so good that I don't ever want to stop.

So I don't.

I take out all my up pent emotions upon this her and she comes again and again crying out my name.

As my own release hits with remarkable intensity, Cersei moves from beneath me, withdrawing me carefully from her and holds me in her arms, gently stroking my hair.

I realise that in this moment I would do anything for this woman. I am hers and she is mine.

I'm beginning to wonder if I married the wrong Lannister.

No.

I know I did.