Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

72 - Jenny of Oldstone

Holding her close, Sandor rested his thick arms around the curvy woman, feeling every inch of her as she stared lovingly up at him, him doing the same.

He placed his lips to hers, such a delicate move from such a rough man, almost as if his lips weren't even there at all. Alia reached both o her arms up, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck as they stood in the middle of the room, simply exploring one another as Alia deepened the kiss.

Instinctively, they both started to take their clothes off as if it seemed like the right thing to do. They did have to break contact of touch whilst they undressed themselves but their eye contact didn't falter.

When Sandor saw her naked for the second time, more naked since she left her boots on the last time, he simply couldn't believe what he was looking at what he was about to make love to. In every aspect of the world, every grain of sand on beaches, every drops of water in the oceans, her body was perfect too him. To him, she was royalty.

Alia smirked at him, every backward step she took towards her bed with her feet, every movement sexier than the last until she sat down on the edge of her bed and beckoned him to come over whilst luring him in with her index finger.

Not like a Hound, but like the puppy he really was, he did what he was told and walked towards, his breathing hitching in his throat as he watches her lay down on her sheets as she slowly traced a finger down her thigh and up to her breasts. Surprisingly, her room was warm due to the fireplace being lit and the odd candle being lit but, there was a slight cold breeze that swept under her door, instantly making her nipples hard from the brisk air. He gently placed his hands on top of her knees that were placed together before slowly pulling them to the side, spreading her legs to reveal herself to him once again.

He chewed on his lower lip, already wanting to dip down and taste her but he couldn't find himself able to move as she sat up and began stroking his length teasingly, her eyes soft yet seductive. "It's barely been a day and I already missed the taste of you Sandor." She whispered, inching her head down as she licked his swollen tip making him gasp for breath at her sudden touch, his fingers lacing through her dark hair, no knots to be even found.

As she pleasured him, he closed his eyes and looked up the ceiling, feeling her mouth around him and giving him such pleasure that he almost released himself right then and there after barely a minute. Alia felt his tension and pulled away as his hand tugged on her hair as if to stay 'stop' to which she instantly did and looked up to him with worried eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked with pure innocence, genuinely looking worried that she wasn't doing a good job despite the soft groans that left his mouth.

Looking down at her, he shook his head quickly and took a hold of her waist, bringing her slightly upright so his eyes could be level with her own blue sapphires. "You're perfect... I just wanted to save some, for you." He smirked which instantly put her at ease and so she prepared herself mentally and gently took his muscular, hairy and veiny arm and pulled him down onto the bed beside as she swiftly straddled him and hovered over his thick shaft.

Taking a hold at her waist once more for care, he watched as Alia lowered herself down onto him, watching as her eyes squinted as she finally felt the pressure of him inside of her body, stretching her open with every small movement she made.

Sandor waited patiently for her but he couldn't hide the amount of desire he was receiving as he felt her wetness around him as he slowly guided her down onto him and then slowly back up, easing her into it to take away the stinging sensation she was feeling on top of him.

Alia opened her eyes slowly, looking down with a flushed expression at her quiet moans of both discomfort and pleasure she was releasing as she leaned forward slightly, placing both of her hands flat on his large chest that was littered with thick brown chest hair, something she wouldn't ever get tired of seeing.