To Love A Gun

Shooting Thirteen

Right after the door to the honeymoon suite was shut, Jon didn’t even get a chance to look at his wife, when Sansa slammed her lips against his.  He pulled back, keeping her face in between his hands.  

 

“We don’t have to rush.”  

 

“I know, its just.”  

 

“Just what?”  Sansa, pulled away, walking over to the bed.  The gown still on as she removed a couple of hair clips.  Sansa walked over to the dresser and took off her earrings and necklace.  

 

“You asked me what was in my file.  Do you remember?”  

 

“Yes.  I also remember telling you that you should tell me only when your in love with me.”  

 

“I’m not in love with you Jon.  Not yet.  But there are things I want you to know.”  Jon walked over to Sansa and wrapped his arms around her waist.  The buttons on the back of her dress were pressing hard into his chest.  Running one hand over her arm, he kissed her cheek.  

 

“I don’t care.”  

 

“Jon, my back is scared.”  

 

“I don’t care.” He said locking eyes with her in the mirror.  A few tears were forming in her eyes as he slowly started to unbutton the back of her dress.  “Sansa, I don’t care.  My body has scars to.”  Kissing her neck, Jon unbuttoned the final button sliding the dress down off her shoulders.  Turning Sansa around, he placed a deep kiss on her lips, pulling her closer.  

 

“All I know is that, he is never going to touch you again.  The only person who ever is going to touch you, is me.”  Sansa gave him a look.  “And who ever you deem worthy.”  He restated trying to dig himself out.  Sansa reached out and started to unbutton his button up.  

 

“Is that the same for you.”  

 

“Well, Sam is the doctor, so he has to sew me up once in a while.”  Pushing him a little, he pulled her closer planting a kiss on her lips.  

 

“Sansa, I don’t want mistresses like other men.  I just want one.”  He kissed her nose, as she leaned up and gripped the back of his head, slamming his lips against hers.  Jon, slide off his button up and started to remove his buckle.  His erection already started to strain against his zipper.  Removing her dress completely, Jon picked up sansa, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.  Walking over to the bed, Jon dropped her down slightly, and slid on top of her, settling in between her legs.  Sansa hissed as he made contact with her core.  With a smile, Jon moved down to her body dropping soft ghost like kisses down her torso.  

 

“Jon?”  She questioned, as he gripped her underwear in between his fingers and dragged it down her legs.   Kissing her calf, he made his way down to her inner thigh.  “Jon, you don’t ha-”  She let out a moan as he flicked his tongue against her bud.  Taking a few seconds, he dove into her core, sliding one finger in to help stretch her out.  Making sure to pay attention to not only to her bud, but to the feeling of his fingers exploring inside.  

 

“Jon!”  She gasped as her orgasm spilled over.  Jon licked up the juices as he whipped his mouth with the sheet.  Leaning up, he kissed her deeply as he slowly lowered his boxers, with her help, she grasped his member in her hands.  

 

“Sansa, if you do that.”  He moaned as she lined him up with her entrance.  

 

“Jon, I’m not going to beg.”  With that, he thrusted up once the tip was in, he slowly slide all the way in, catching a gasp from her lips with his own.  He moaned as he reached his entire length in, and held for a couple of seconds to re adjust to the new sensation.  

 

“Shit, your so tight.”  He said with a hiss.  “I’m not going to last long.”  With a thrust of her own hips, Jon started to move inside of her.  Thrusting in and out.  When his own orgasm was coming, he started to pound harder, as she moaned from the contact.  With a vocal moan, he came into her, filling her.  She let out a moan of her own, as he felt her constrict against his cock, pulling him deeper into her.  Pulling out, he rolled over on his back as to not crush her.  

 

“That was-”

 

“Perfect.”  She ended his sentence for him, as she leaned over placing a soft welcoming kiss on his lips.  Each breathing heavy as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his side.  

 

“I was going to say amazing, but perfect is good as well.”  With a chuckle, Jon kissed her forehead.  After a few minutes, Sansa spoke.

 

“Jon?”  

 

“Yes?”

 

“Can we do it again?”  He took a couple of second to see whether or not his body was ready to go for round 2.  

“Yeah, I think we can.”  Both enjoying the time they have together.