Sansa is willing.

Sansa layed back spreading her legs getting red over the thought. Tyrion eased himself forwards positioning his face right in front her wet lips saying " Someone's a bit excited", he smiled, amused. "Dont laugh at me, you bastard," she hissed, face growing red. "I wasnt laughing my dear", he pointed out, though his smile only grew wider. "You know what I - Hrng!" Her words cut off into a cute squeal when she felt him flick the tip of his tongue against her clit. The feeling buzzed inside of her and she quivered helplessly when he dragged the side of his tongue along her slit, watching her the entire time.

His left hand goes to flick her clit as Tyrion worked her clit with his tongue, watching her all the while, loving the way the peachy flush of her cheeks spread down to her chest. Sansa's lips parted for air and he separated her nether lips to lick her more directly using his tongue to zig zag patterns that has her groaning in delight, with her fingers buried in his hair. Sansa's mind was a jumbled mess, all she wanted was him to go faster but she could not bring herself to vocalize anything. "F-faster - go faster!" she squealed when his fingers on her clit swip her a little too deliberately.