19. Taste

                                    

                                          

Tywin had forgotten how nice it was to fall asleep next to someone he adored and wake up with her curled in his arms. Her warm body pressed up against his.
'I have to go to a council meeting.' Tywin said pulling away from her.
'No!' Taylor declared. 'Stay.' She knew how to tempt him. Kissing his chest, his neck, hands wrapped around him. 'stay.' She pleaded. 
'We have been in bed all day.' Tywin reminded her. 
'Stay.' She repeated 'just a taste.' She suggested.
She turned toward him, capturing him by the mouth quite forcefully as she pulled him back toward the edge of the bedroom dresser. 
'Oh,' tywin said happily. He saw where she was going with this. He cupped her ass, lifting her to sit on the edge and fell to his knees as he kissed hers. Her eyes are dark, full of mischief. She parts for him, leaning back to give him full access to her beautiful pussy. Without warning, without easing into it gently, he pressed his mouth to her center, licking up and down. Her body arches toward him as he plunged his tongue into her, causing her to moan loudly. An echo reverberates against the walls as he traveled to her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against it, then sucking it into his mouth. He felt her body beginning to build toward an orgasm, the thickness in the air, the tension in her muscles. And he pulled away just as quickly and suddenly as he took her into his mouth. She gasped, lifting forward, chasing the sensation. 
"Wait," she begged.
 "No," Tywin told her, a sly smile plastered on his face. "You said one taste."
 "I lied," she said quickly. "Come back." Her fingers begin to trail lower over her stomach, attempting to tease him into submission. 
"Stop that," he commanded. "We have to start getting ready. It's gonna be a long day." Taylor pouted her lips out, whimpering. Even frowning, they're perfectly pink and so sexy. It takes everything he had to step back from her, helping her down off the dresser. Suddenly, he missed her nakedness, The curve of her spine, the valley between her exquisite tits. Ugh. 
  
Joffrey was at the small council meeting. Smiling widely practically bouncing with joy when tyrion arrived.
'Killed a few puppies today?' Tyrion question sitting down, at the opposite end. 
'Show him show him' Joffrey said excitedly master pycelle handed over the note but it slipped from his fingers
'Apologies my Lord, old hands.' Tyrion bent over snatching it off the ground reading through the note
'Rosalyn caught a fine fat trout her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding signed Walder Frey... Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?' Tyrion questioned
'Robb stark is dead,' Joffrey said 'killed him and his bitch mother.'  He turned his attention to master pyeclle. 'write back to Lord Frey tell him thank you for his service and command him to send Robb starks head I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast!'
'Your Grace lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.' Varys reminded him.
'A joke.' Cersei said 'Joffrey did not mean it.'
'Yes I did' he told his mother 'I'm going to have it served to sansa at my wedding feast.' Joffrey informed
'No.' Tyrion declared. 'she is no longer yours to torment.'
'Everyone is mine to torment' Joffrey corrected 'you do well to remember that you little monster.'
'Oh monster.' Tyrion said 'perhaps you should speak to me more softly then... monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.' The room went silent, as everyone else turned to Joffrey. Joffrey turned to his grandfather appalled.