Please her

You follow this with another gentle caress along the length of her arm and plant kisses on cheeks. Tender, heartfelt and patient.

She lets out a sigh of approval as you begin to trace your kisses down her neck. She shies away to allow you better access as you continue downwards. You follow the path between her dress-clad breasts, feeling the warmth of her nubile form beneath you. You are rock solid, but you know the way to win her over and claim her is by opening her eyes to the wonders that she has, up until this moment, missed out on.

As you reach her waist, she begins to tense. The teenagers modesty begins to kick back into gear until you stretch your arm out, cupping the side of her face and dragging her gaze down towards where you nestle, above her most precious area.

"If you want me to I'll stop, Sansa. I just want you know that I can wait. I've always wanted this. You are a true beauty."

She reaches out and strokes the side of your face before slumping down to the bedding beneath once again, "Gods, Jon. You're driving me crazy! It feels wonderful."