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"Come here baby girl," Sandor's voice low. It's no longer a request, it's a command. He pats his thigh again.
Sansa pauses and wets her lower lip with her tongue. She's been with men before, or boys more like. Nothing like him, nothing like Sandor. She feels drawn to him; she's never been someone's baby girl before but she craves it now.
"Come on… sit... like a good girl," he insists with another pat, his other hand held out for her. She takes his hand and he guides her to sit, not astride him like those boys always wanted. No he's different, settling her on his thigh. He pulls her close, so close. He's so big she has to look up, up until her eyes meet his. They're not blue… no he's not so common. They're silvery gray like cashmere scarves and misty winter nights.
His thumb rubs circles on her palm, calming her breaths. He seems content to look at her, his eyes dragging over her face, so she does the same. Strong brow, dark hair, tan skin and the aura of a warrior. He has scars, oh does he have scars. Pink damaged skin on his temple, cheek and neck, but buried by straight raised lines, crossed and stacked. He covered his pain with pain. She aches to soothe him, to make him feel love. Her own scars are hidden, buried beneath her skin, so deep no one can see. She remembers the pain though.
"Someone hurt you," she whispers, pressing a gentle hand to his scar.
"Yeah," he breathes out, he seems frozen in place. "Long time ago."
With the back of his hand he brushes the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His fingertips settle at the nape of her neck as his thumb brushes across her cheek. He touches her like she's precious… she feels so safe.
His lips part and his tongue just peeks out skimming his lips, like he can already taste her. His eyes settle on her lips and he looks almost in pain, like he's being held back… what's holding him back?
"Please," she begs.
A smile tips one corner of his mouth, "patience." His thumb brushes her cheek again as his eyes linger over her, "I want to look at you."
She lets out a weak little whine.
He smiles. "Good girl," he rumbles. Raising her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles. Then lifting her hand to rest on his shoulder.
"Please daddy," she pleads, "what's mine is yours."
She watches his nostrils flare as his breath rumbles out. "Dangerous words," he whispers.
"Only if I don't mean it," she challenges. "I'm a good girl… I'd never lie to you."
He meets her eyes, looking for a lie. He won't find one. "I hate liars," he rasps.
"Me too," she answers. She can't lie to him.
He brings his hand up, his fingertip traces her ear, then jawline. He leans in close and takes a handful of hair up to his nose and breathes it in.
She breathes him in too. Cedar and sandalwood, cardamom, another spice… not quite pepper mingles with a masculine musk making her bite her lip.
He turns to her, his eyes lock in her lips as he teases it with his thumb. "You sure baby girl?"
She pushes a kiss to his thumb. "I'm ready daddy."
He leans in and she's lost. As their lips touch it's all she knows. All she can feel. Her hands climb to link behind his neck and he groans as her mouth opens and their tongues touch. The sound lights something deep inside her, a fire like nothing she's felt before. His hand in her hair tightens, angling her kiss to suit him. He deepens the kiss and she feels consumed. She can't help but keen as she feels a hand slide down her back and over her hip, taking a firm grip high on her thigh pulling her up and against him. She's balanced precariously on his leg, but he won't let her fall. She knows it.
He starts to slow the kiss.
No, no, no, she thinks. She doesn't want him to stop, she never wants him to stop. She shifts her kiss, sucking on his upper lip. Her tongue sneaks out offering more soft pressure, with each suck she offers.
He whines into the kiss. His hand shifts, sliding under her thigh lifting it up and pulling it up and over, tipping her closer to him. His fingertip just grazes the edge of her panties. "So soft," he purrs against her lips, letting her settle back onto his leg. "I've never felt nothing so soft."
"Then touch me again," she whispers.
He looks up, his eyes are darker. He pauses… he just stares.
He's scared. She can see it now, scared she'll run. Run from him. That this is all a tease. She'll show she's playing for keeps. She loosens her hips and rocks forward. His finger just skims along her panties, the angle's not right for her pleasure, but the implications are clear. "Please," she whispers, begging him.
He seems to snap out of his stupor. "I'm gonna touch you places, no one's ever has. I'm gonna reach inside of you and rip out your heart," his words are harsh but he whispers it softly like a love song. "I'll keep it safe, but I'll never give it back."
"Take it," she answers. "It's yours."
He traces her lips with his thumb and she smiles as she presses a kiss to it. Then a lick. She watches his pupils dilate as she sucks it in. She's never felt more powerful than here in his arms.
"Such a good girl," he praises. "Such a pretty mouth."
He pulls his hand away and she wants to cry but his kiss is there to soothe her. His hand though is not so innocent and she smiles. His fingertips are just a little rough, touching the inside of her knee. His hand teases up slowly, pushing her knees apart as it disappears under her skirt.
He taunts her, rubbing her through her panties. He knows just how to tease her, his touch just a little too gentle to push her over. It feels good, so good, but she wants more. Her hips start to rock, seeking more contact. His touch drags her right to the edge of her orgasm and he stops to kiss her hard, his hand sliding to grip her thigh, denying her release.
She whines in her desperation, but kisses him fiercely.
Hand slides up again and it only takes moments to bring her back to the edge, before he pulls away.
This time she nearly growls in protest, her fingers pulling at his hair.
"Who's gonna make you cum?" He taunts.
"You are," she pants out.
"Who?" He questions, locking eyes with her as he drags his finger lightly over her panties.
"You daddy," she gasps.
"Damn fucking right," he insists. In an instant his fingers push her panties aside, his fingers slide across her clit achingly slow and just start to dip into her cunt as they slide back up to her clit."
"Daddy please," she whines as her breaths start to hitch. His kiss is slow and intense with the exact same rhythm as his touch, her body is humming like never before. And there, right there… her breaths start to keen.
A deep growl rumbles through his chest and she feels it in her soul.
"Clegane. Clegane. Damn it Clegane!" she hears nearly shouted across the room.
His hand stills in an instant and she's afraid she might just die without release.
There's a chuckle from the door, "you can't do that here. We can all fucking hear you. Gods damn it Clegane."
Still panting, she looks into Sandor's eyes.
He just nods back, finally stealing his hand from her. He helps her stand, then a smirk crosses his face. He lifts his still wet fingers to his lips, sucking them clean while she watches.
It makes her tremble just a little, but taunts can go both ways. She plants a hand on his chest and never breaks eye contact as she shimmies out of her panties, standing on one leg then the other. She tucks them under his belt with a pat and grabs her purse heading to the door and one wide-eyed spectator.
She hears what could only be described as a snarl, Sandor has her up and over his shoulder before she is two steps from him.
"I like 'em fiery," the man jokes as Sandor walks right past him. "Lemme know if you need any help with her Clegane. Be happy to help a lady in need."
"Fuck off Blackwater," Sandor offers as he pushes past the back door.
She's on such a high it seems moments later he's got her backed into a wall in the parking lot. Brick buildings surround them on all sides, only the illusion of privacy but with his lips on her neck she doesn't care.
With his eyes on her, he brings her panties to his nose breathing them in. His eyes are wild and she feels her knees start to weaken. Why did she do that?
"I've half a mind to stuff these in your mouth while I eat that pussy," he smiles and tucks them in his pocket. "Maybe next time."
Her breaths start to come faster.
He lifts her chin. "Now you be a good girl and watch," he commands.
"Yes sir," she stutters. "I mean daddy."
He goes to his knees, but pauses to make sure she's watching. He kisses her high in her thigh twice before sucking a kiss to the trimmed curls on her mound. "Mine," he whispers. Offering a long slow lick. Seeming unsatisfied he pulls one leg over his shoulder, causing her to cling to him, holding herself steady on one leg. His other hand opens her up as his tongue finds her already teased and swollen clit.
"Oh gods," she gasps.
He offers slow pressure, then his tongue starts to roll. She can't hold back the keen, "Sandor," escapes through her teeth.
He growls against her, his tongue pressing harder.
"Oh gods," she cries again, her voice cracking.
He shifts slightly and for a moment she's afraid he may pull away, tease her again. He doesn't stop though, this is it. She shudders as he sucks on her clit and he slides two fingers into her in perfect rhythm. Though he holds her tight, her hips follow the movement. Her orgasm builds like nothing she's felt before. Her back arches, her thighs clench, her hands pull him closer to keep him just there her head falling back against the wall. Then she erupts with a moan, a peak she's never experienced. She swears she can see stars and is left gasping for breath.
As her breaths slow, he stands. "Such a good girl," he purrs, pushing in for a kiss. The taste of herself on his lips, drives her tongue into his mouth for more. She barely notices the sound of his buckle and zipper undone, before he lifts her by her thighs and enters her in one motion.
"Fucking hells that's so good," he groans, thrusting harder. The wall behind her is pulling at her hair, but it's the only thing keeping her from falling back. "Cum for me again," he growls.
She shakes her head. It feels so good, but another? She's not sure she can.
"Come on," he pants through his thrusts. "Be a good girl and cum for daddy." He takes her lips in a kiss so deep she can barely breathe. Somehow his hand finds her bum, he's everywhere. She feels her body start to tremble. He must have felt it too because he growls, "that's a good girl," in her ear as her pussy contracts around him.
He captures her moan with his kiss, as he pistons harder and faster. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants out until it breaks into a moan as his hips lose their pace, each thrust holding for a count longer deep inside her. "Holy fuck," his head tips forward to rest against the wall she's still pinned up against.
Her hands card through his hair as a sense of blissful relief courses through her. "Thank you daddy," she whispers.
He hums back. "Haven't even seen your tits yet," he grumbles. "We're in for a long night, I got a lot of you left to taste."
She turns her head and kisses his brow, then cheek. "I'm yours," she whispers, kissing his lips.
He lifts his eyes, meeting hers. "Mine," he says, nearly like a question.
She nods back. "And you're mine," she offers with a peck and lick to his lip.
He smirks, "damn straight I'm fucking yours." He sets her down and as they both set themselves to rights.
A high whistle comes from a window above them. "Great show man," a voice calls out. "When's the encore?"
Sandor just smiles at her and gives the onlookers the finger. He motions with his chin to a motorcycle, "that's me. You wanna go for a ride?"
She bites her lip to keep from smiling like a fool. "Anywhere," she answers.
He kisses her lips before sliding a leather coat over her shoulders. As he climbs on the motorcycle he pats the seat behind him encouraging her to climb on.
"Hold onto me," he orders.
She wraps her arms around his body and lets her legs squeeze his hips. As he starts the engine, she can feel the vibrations through her body. He starts forward and turns onto the street picking up speed as his hand moves back to grip her thigh. She lets her head rest on his back and thinks to herself, I'll never let go."