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Margaery stirred as she felt her girlfriend cuddle up closer from behind, the redhead’s delicate hand splayed across her stomach and she trailed light kisses along her exposed neck.
“Good morning, darling” Margaery hummed, still half asleep.
She felt a very familiar hand run up her stomach and cup her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her dusty pink nipples hardened under her girlfriend’s attention
“Mm, a very good morning,” she hummed again, a little more awake this time.
She loved waking up next to Sansa - she couldn’t imagine ever tiring of it - especially on mornings where the stunning redhead was feeling particularly frisky.
“I missed you last night,” Sansa whispered into her ear. “I had so many ideas on how we could have spent our night..."
“Is that so, my love?” Margaery questioned, her voice a little lower that usual. She really liked where this was going.
“Mhmm, I got myself so worked up at just the thought of you…” Sansa drawled as she continued to toy with Margaery's pert tits, palming them firmly.
“Eventually I had to take matters into my own hands,” she added as she practically torn Margaery's tank top down, leaving it to pool around the brunette's middle .
A filthy moan fell from Margaery’s lips. Her girlfriends boardline rough touch combined with the knowledge that Sansa had touched herself last night - all the while thinking of her - well, it just did things to her. Things that made her grind her ass back into Sansa, pulling soft moans from the woman she desired so deeply.
Her mind raced with images of Sansa teasing herself, working herself up to the point of no return, taking herself right there in their middle of their bed. It was all so absurdly hot - enough to send a rush of arousal straight between her legs.
“Do you want to know what I did? Lying here all alone in our bed with nothing but you on my mind?” Sansa all but taunted, knowing full well how pleasuring herself affected Margaery.
“Mm, yes, darling. Tell me.”
Margaery tried to turn her body so she could face Sansa but the redhead pressed against her back more firmly, pinning her down to the bed. She shuddered at the prospect of Sansa holding her down as she fucked her - her girlfriends dominate side never failing to thrill her.
“Mm, how about I show you instead…” Sansa whispered hotly as she pushed Margaery’s silk pyjama shorts down her toned legs, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
Margaery groaned into her pillow as she felt her girlfriend adjust her right thigh, effectively spreading her legs wide enough to gain better access to her already embarrassing damp folds.
She shuddered once more as Sansa ran her fingertips up and down her right thigh before finally dipping directly between them, no doubt greeted by delicious wetness.
“Seems you’re already just as worked up as I was” the redhead stated as she ran her fingers teasingly back and forth - from entrance to clit and back again.
Margaery squirmed, thrusting herself back against her girlfriend’s hand in search of more. If Sansa didn’t fuck her soon she was going to lose it.
“Mm, so impatient this morning” Sansa taunted playfully as she continued to aimlessly stroke Margaery's cunt, slowly spreading her arousal.
“Please darling, I need you.” Margaery pleaded, her voice far more desperate that she cared to admit.
“And I needed you last night but you weren’t here, were you?”
“I’m sorry my love. Please... just fuck me.”
Sansa hummed in delight before rewarding Margaery's pleas by sliding two fingers into her slick entrance, stretching her suddenly.
Margaery's breath hitched as she closed her eyes in extasy. “Ah gods, yes!” she moaned as she reached out behind her, blindly searching for whatever part of Sansa she could reach.
Sansa wasted no time in setting a steady pace, working Margaery up the same way she had done to herself the night before.
“How does it feel? Knowing I’m fucking you the same way I fucked myself last night...”
Far too lost in her own pleasure to form any kind of real answer, Margaery choked out a simple “oh gods…” in response.
“Imagine it. Imagine me with my fingers buried deep inside myself as I pictured you.”
The brunette groaned loudly, her entire body shivered at her girlfriends words, at the picture Sansa was painting for her. It was too much.
“I pictured your naked body, your perfect tits and toned stomach…” The redhead whispered heatedly against her ear before placing hot kisses, all teeth and tongue, against her neck.
“I pictured the look you get in your eyes when you go down on me. Gods, I love that look. So hungry for me, so determined to make me come.”
“Seven hells San!” Margaery all but screamed. Between her girlfriends dirty words, the implications behind them, and the reality of the redhead pressed up against her, fucking her, her body went into overdrive. She wasn’t going to last much longer.
She felt herself start to clamp down around her girlfriend’s talented fingers when all of a sudden they were gone, leaving her empty and desperate.
“What the - ” she whined in frustration. Granted Sansa had been know to toy with her from time to time, but she was never normally quite so cruel.
“I told you I was going to show you exactly how I got myself off last night,” the redhead stated matter-of-factly as she pulled away entirely.
Margaery took the opportunity to turn over, watching Sansa rummage through their bedside table as she shivered in anticipation. Her mind automatically filtered through their shared toy collection, curious as to which one Sansa had used on herself.
Soon enough, Sansa turned her full attention back towards her - a five inch, slim vibrator in hand. Margaery unconsciously licked her lips as she acknowledged the toy, it was by no means their biggest but it was definitely their most powerful. A fresh coat of wetness leaked from her core, coating her already damp thighs.
“Uh uh, turn back over” Sansa demanded firmly, a fierce wolf like look in her eyes.
Margaery bit her lip to suppress a moan as she did as she was told. The redhead’s dominate side really did do wonders for her.
Once she got into position, her stomach flat to the bed, head resting in her arms and legs spread, she felt Sansa shift to sit between her thighs. The redhead leant forward to grab a pillow before gently lifting her hips, placing it directly under her. Ever the caring dom Margaery thought as she smiled to herself.
“Perfect.” Sansa stated as she ran her hands over the brunette’s ass, squeezing both cheeks in her palms before delivering a playful slap. Margaery squealed in delight.
Suddenly Margaery felt the smooth tip of the toy dip between her folds, gathering her arousal before slowing entering her needy cunt. She groaned hoarsely into her pillow as her hands fisted the bedsheets beneath her.
Sansa slowly thrust the toy in and out a few times before setting it onto a low, soft buzz. Margaery sighed as she felt the slight vibrations pulse through her body - as much as she loved the new sensation she needed more. Needed to come.
As if able to read her mind, Sansa turned the setting up a few notches as she began to move the slim shaft slightly faster, gradually building up to an almost brutal pace. Margaery knuckles turned white as she continued to grasp at the sheets beneath her, holding on for dear life.
Just as she was on the brink of coming for the second time she felt the toy disappear from inside her. She cried out in frustration.
She was about to voice her opinion when she felt Sansa turn the vibrator up to it’s highest setting and place it against her slick cunt, the tip nudging against her clit.
“Rub yourself against it” the redhead demanded as she held the toy in place.
Margaery once again did as she was told without a second thought. She moaned loudly as she rubbed her wet, needy cunt up and down the length of toy held between her legs, the vibrations dizzying against her clit.
She could hear her girlfriend moan from behind her. The knowledge that Sansa was clearly enjoying the view spurred her on even more as she thrust down harder.
“That’s it Marge, you look so fucking good right now. Fuck yourself as I did. Make yourself come.”
The redhead’s words were all it took to send Margaery over the edge. Her body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her every nerve. She tried to wiggle away as the vibrations eventually became too much, too powerful, but Sansa’s other hand gripped her hip, keeping her in place.
“Not yet.”
“Darling, I, I can’t… too sensitive” she mumbled, her argument falling flat as she slowly thrust against the toy, her pleasure quickly building for a second time.
“Yes you can. I came twice. I want you too as well.” Her girlfriend cooed, her tone still firm but loving.
Margaery cried out as her second high hit her without warning. She twitched violently as Sansa slowly removed the vibrator at set it aside.
She stilled, her head buried in her pillow, too spent to move. It wasn’t until she felt Sansa move to lay beside her that she finally lifted her head, turning to face the gorgeous northerner she was so grateful to be able to call her girlfriend.
“Fucking hell Sans,” she huffed out in disbelief, still a little out of breathe.
Sansa beamed down at her, one hand propping her head up while the other came to rest on Margaery's naked back, gently stroking damp skin.
“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not here…”
Sansa chuckled and blushed slightly in response.
Margaery reached up in search of the redhead’s lips, kissing her softly. How her girlfriend managed to go from ruthless and dominate to sweet and innocent in a matter of seconds was beyond her.
The two continued to kiss, soft and slow, their tongues playfully seeking out one another’s as if they had all the time in the world. It wasn’t until Sansa let out a quiet moan that is dawned on Margaery just how turned on her girlfriend must be.
She broke the kiss as she lifted herself up, shifting their positions so that she was now on top of Sansa, straddling the redheads lap as she snuck her hands under the hem of her girlfriend’s oversized tee shirt.
“It would appear I have been neglecting your needs a little, darling…” she drawled out as her hands came to rest upon Sansa's bare breasts. She gave the firm peaks a few painfully slow squeezes before pulling and pitching at the redhead’s nipples, feeling them stiffen under her touch.
Sansa sighed loudly in approval as her eyes flittered shut for a moment.
“How would you like me to make it up to you, my love?” Margaery asked teasingly as she leant down for another kiss.
"Would you like my tongue? My fingers? Perhaps one of our other toys?" she continued to tease, her signature smirk firmly in place as images of taking the redhead with her favourite strap flooded her mind.
“All so tempting...” the redhead breathed out, her arousal quickly getting the better of her. “But right now, I really need your mouth on me.”
Margaery hummed approvingly at her girlfriend’s choice. Going down on Sansa was without doubt one her favourite things in the entire world - nothing thrilled her quite like the sinful sounds that fell from the redhead's lips as she worked her tongue against her, drinking in all she had to offer.
Eager for the familiar taste of the stunning woman currently beneath her, Margaery wasted not time in kissing her way down the length of her girlfriend's lean, perfectly sculpted body, until she came face to face with the redhead's glistening heat.
“A very good morning indeed…”