Ninety Six

He whispered hotly in her ear as he agonizingly slowly lowered her zipper. "I'm going to fuck you, Sansa . Very soon I'm going to bury every inch of my cock inside you. And I'm going to do it as many times as I want. Because I can. And you're going to love it, baby, I promise you. But right now, I need you to come for me right here."

 Then he slid his hand inside her panties and speared two fingers inside her. That was all it took: she'd been hanging on the edge so long that she shattered with a loud cry. He held her there until the reverberations stopped racking her body, dabbing soft kisses on her face, and then he carried her upstairs.

 The second they were inside her bedroom, he slowly lowered her feet to the hardwood floor. Sansa swayed slightly, double-blinking—that had been one disorienting orgasm. She held still as James slowly removed her silver sequined top, black pants, and white lacy underwear, like he was unwrapping a delicate birthday gift.