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"I wasn't a monster or anything, but there was definite room for improvement," Steve replies with a chuckle, letting out a breath as she settles against him, chest to thigh. She seems to have come from a time so long ago, like from some past time he can barely fathom. There's no telling what she's been through.

He's distracted from that line of thought by her lips near his ear, and he lets out a low groan as he dips his head to press a kiss to the juncture of her neck and shoulder as his hands slide down to the swell of her ass.

"You definitely are." He pulls her in against his hips just enough for her feel what she's doing to him. He's half-hard in his jeans and it's been so long since he's gotten laid that he can't really think of anything except the gorgeous girl in his arms. "Maybe she was right," he breathes out, kissing the bolt of Ygritte's jaw before nipping lightly at her earlobe, "and we should get a room."

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God, the sounds she makes. They're addictive, and Steve wants to hear more of them, wants her to be louder, and he lets out a moan of his own as she turns to watch him. Their eyes meet and he thrusts into her hard, holding her in place as he grinds his hips against her ass.

Steve has never had any insecurities about his size, and he wants her to feel every inch of it. He reaches up to grip her shoulder with one hand, holding her in place as he reaches around to find her clit and give it a gentle pinch. He wants her overwhelmed, overstimulated, wants her to cry out until her throat is raw.

Sex has never been like this for him, not once. This is something new, and his chest heaves as she wriggles on his cock. After a few more moments he finally slips out of her, only to resume that same rough, deep rhythm, this time with his fingers on her clit.

"I want you to come," he rasps out, sliding his other hand from her shoulder and around to her chest so he can feel her tits bounce against his palm. "And then I'll just keep going until you do it again."

They are rapidly passing the realm of what she knows and has done and Ygritte doesn't mind; she's in fucking favor of finding as many possible ways for Steve to fuck her good and hard and deep. She wouldn't have guessed that he could do this, hold her in place and be just the right kind of rough.

Fuck, it's good to be surprised.

Her hands grab the bedclothes white-knuckled, and she rocks a little with each thrust. "Yes," she moans, letting herself be as sweet about it as she wants, as needy as she feels. "Just keeping fucking me like that and I'll--" A tiny wail punches out from her lungs.

"Aye, just like that, want t'feel you," she pants, eyelids fluttering as he strokes her clit in time with each sharp thrust, ridiculously endeared by the way his hand engulfs her breast. And then he speaks, and that's it, little cries on each exhale that rise in pitch and volume until she's shaking and clenching hard around his cock.

It's not quite screaming, but she knows he's going to get her there.

She pulses around his cock and Steve feels a little outside of himself. He's never done anything like this, but he feels safe with her, free to explore a little and know that they'll both be okay on the other side of this.

"That's it," he breathes, rubbing gently at her throbbing clit and marveling at the heat of her, molten hot between her legs. He has to pause for a moment and take a breath, and then he pulls out only long enough to flip her over onto her back. He wants to watch her face as she falls apart, and he wants her to see him too.

He gets one knee on the bed and lifts one of her legs to rest against his chest as he slides his cock back into her with a low groan. Yeah, this is better. He starts to fuck her hard and now he can see the way her face changes, how her breath hitches and she cries out when he angles his hips just right. Her tits and pink nipples, her tight stomach and swollen clit, all of it on display for him.

"Fuck." He places his hand between her breasts to hold her down while he fucks her and he can feel the pleasure building at the base of his spine, but he knows that he can't let himself come yet, not until he makes her fall apart one more time.

Before she really gets that it's happening, she's on her back again, and then it's good again, because he's back inside her. She has to take a moment or two to gather her words, almost disoriented and dizzy in the best way. In between the whining moans, she manages, "That's-- that's good, so fucking good, fuckin' take me, make-- make me come again--"

No one's ever held her quite like this and she can feel the orgasm rushing on like an avalanche. There's something joyfully defiant in this, in getting loud and taking everything Steve gives.

When she comes, it's his name that's in her mouth, half-shout and half-wailed as she grabs at any part of him she can reach, urging him closer and deeper, wanting to feel him go over the edge even as it feels like she's barely capable of taking it anymore. "Yes, yes, please--" and isn't that an odd word for a wildling.

Steve had known, based on prior evidence, that he was a pretty decent lay. The girls he’s slept with always seemed satisfied, and Nancy once called him a giving lover. So yeah, he knew he was decent, but this is something else entirely. This is a whole other realm, a porno come to life, and they’re the stars. This is good.

He watches as Ygritte comes again, or maybe she never even stopped. She’s trembling under him, hips jerking from the onslaught, and Steve commits the sight of it to memory. She’s amazing.

Please, she says, and Steve is grateful. After such a display, with her cunt pulsing around his cock, he can’t hold back any longer. He slams his hips in hard, burying himself as deep as he can inside of her as he comes with a shout of his own.

He’s panting when he collapses next to her, arms over his head as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s almost as if he’s coming back to himself and he realizes how rough he got with her. One look over at her makes it clear that she isn’t complaining, but he still wants to be sure.

“You okay?” He asks as he turns to gather her in his arms, much gentler now. His fingers move her sweaty hair from her face before cupping her jaw in his broad hand and smiling at her. “That was good, right? Jesus, it felt good.”

She finds herself laying on her back, panting as if she'd run across fields and fields of snow, her whole body buzzing with sensation. There's a pleasant ache, and her own slick between her thighs, and when Steve's voice trickles into her consciousness, she's surprised by the feeling that's something like relief.

"Aye, I'm-- I'm good," she assures him, but she's burrowing into his embrace with a certain, different sort of need. Funny, how she finds she likes being fussed over, too. "It was good," she adds, leaning in to kiss him lazily. "Did you mean it, you want to see me this... weekend," she murmurs, as she's mostly gotten the concept of weekends down. "Haven't had your fill yet?"

“Good.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead and then drops his head to the bed, blinking up at the ceiling as she moves in close.

“What, yeah,” he says, nodding a little as she kisses him. “Come over. It’ll be fun.”

His head hits the bed again and he wonders if maybe they should have some sort of talk about expectations, but decides that it would for sure be a mood killer. He doesn’t really know what the protocol is after having spontaneous sex with a girl you don’t really know.

Are they friends? He’s never had a friend who he also has sex with sometimes, and it kind of sounds like the best thing ever.

“I could use a little fun,” he admits, turning his head to look at her with his lips quirked into a smile. “Sounds like you could too.”

Ygritte smiles, something a touch softer than the usual daring tilt of her grin, and admires the mark she's left on him. She wouldn't know how or what to call this sort of connection, but she finds that she likes him, even beyond the sex. It's something warm and easy and-- generous, she decides.

A different way, maybe, of being a good man.

"Aye," she says. "Fun. I'd like that." Still reveling in the feel of warm skin beneath her, she adds, "I'm very glad I got to meet you again." They'll have to get dressed eventually, and she'll have the pleasure of seeing everyone downstairs know what she's been up to-- but for now, she lets herself rest against his chest, warmed by something new.

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