Her lips parted as he started to touch more of her. She could feel how wetter she was becoming as he explored more of her, fingers dipping into her as he began to press over her clit. There was a shaky breath as Sansa tried to keep her composure. Of course the whole point of this was for her to let go. But she had a harder time with that.

But that didn't mean she enjoyed this any less. The opposite in fact. He was already touching her in a way that was better than any other man had. Her eyes closed as one hand held herself steady on his arm.

"It-- it feels good," she told him, feeling his fingers enter her.