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when brienne finally drew back they were both panting. the evidence of his excitement lay thick against her thigh and jaime let brienne feel it, rolled his hips sinuous up against her, made her flush a gorgeous splotchy red. jaime grinned. arthur dayne had once told him there was no such thing as advantage of position, only the advantage of moments. the rules of engagement were not so different. jaime took every moment of brienne's bashfulness to press his advance, his hand stroking up her leg, rucking her nightshirt up ever higher. it was a hideously plain thing, keeping far too much of brienne's skin obscured, and if he had both hands he would unlaced it and torn it off her in an instant. as it was he could only push it up with the stump of his wrist, until he revealed the pale thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. (1/4)

slowly, savouring, he reached for her and found her beginning to grow slick. brienne made an unbearably lovely sound when he stroked her, hips canting, and then another when he let her grind into his touch, her stiff clit dragging against his palm. jaime put his thumb to it and watched fascinated as her thighs twitched with each circling. brienne was watching too, lips slightly parted, helplessly enthralled by his hand working into the softest part of her.

he stroked brienne's cunt again with two fingers, spreading her swollen folds, delighted at how it made her squirm, her eyes squeezing shut. the sight and sensation made his cock unbearably hard. jaime had only made love to one other woman in his entire life but he'd made an art of it, a study of it, and he studied brienne now, coaxed her into relaxing in small shuddering degrees. but he had barely begun his siege, only dipped in to the first knuckle when she said jaime, wait, (and it clearly cost her to say it) what should- what do i do? (2/4)

what? and she was looking at him again, flustered but repeating- what should i do to make it good for you?

nothing, jaime said, which brienne gave him an obstinate look for. you need do nothing. it's already good.

what if, brienne said, very quietly, what if i want to.

jaime blinked at her for a moment. then of course, he said, realizing. i've forgotten to arm you, my lady.

what? said brienne, but he was shifting underneath her, encouraging her to lie side by side with him.

take that damn nightshirt off to start, jaime said, and brienne obeyed, revealing herself to him. he immediately took the opportunity to put his hand on one of her perfect broad breasts and squeeze. fuck, he groaned, and put his tongue to the other one before she could protest. (3/4)

that's good for me, jaime said, that, and- taking her hand in his, showing her how to hold his cock. brienne's eyes went very wide but she still stroked him, tentatively, and she gasped when he twitched in her grasp.

you're usually meant to do that multiple times, jaime said, terribly fond, and she stroked him again, her calloused hands shockingly gentle, and fuck he needed to be inside her if he was meant to last at all.

well? he prompted. not frightfully big, is it?

no, she mumbled. and then, you're very warm, and jaime did laugh.

i should hope so, he said, coaxing one of brienne's thighs over his hip again, the better to align themselves. brienne gasped when the head of his cock dragged against her, so wet he slipped right off, and jaime kissed her smiling. ready? he said. brienne, blushing so hard she could not speak, nodded. he adjusted himself with his hand and thrust them together with one long beautiful motion.