You woke up alone, just like you had for the past fortnight. You were sick of the disappointment that flooded your stomach at the sight of your empty bedchamber.
Your husband Daemon had been anointed commander of the city watch. He'd been pouring all his attention into recruiting gold cloaks, training with them before taking them to the streets of King's Landing to rid the city of the criminals that plagued it. You loved that he was so passionate about it, that he had finally been given a job he had a genuine devotion to but the loneliness that had begun to pick away at you was wearing you down.
You ached for his touch, to see the hunger in his eyes when he had you laid out before him. You missed feeling desired and the affection he so eagerly gave you. Frustrated, you huffed out a breath and rubbed your thighs together, desperate for any sort of relief you could get. You kicked at the sheets, your skin already burning hot without them. You pondered touching yourself but rendered it useless, knowing that your own touch would never compare to his.
Accepting that you wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, you rose from the bed with the intention of getting a drink. The chambers were deathly silent as you walked through them, the floor cold beneath your bare feet. Again and again you thought of Daemon, you found it impossible not to when the smell of him clouded the very rooms you were in.
You entered the main room looking for the jug of wine but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your husband sitting there.
"Daemon" you breathed, your heart already soaring at the sight of him.
He gave you a weary smile before drinking from his cup. He was shirtless, his thighs spread wide on his chair as he relaxed. You tried not to focus on them, of what it would feel like with them pressed up against you.
"I wasn't expecting you home, husband."
Daemon grinned, you were ever the dutiful wife, standing there in your nightdress with your muddled hair and flushed cheeks. He could practically see the desire radiating off of your skin.
"I missed you."
The answer had you moving towards him as you found a place between his legs, immediately beginning to play with his hair in the way that relaxed him.
"I have missed you too" you admitted, unable to hide the hitch in your breathing when he slid his hands up the backs of your legs, settling just under your bum.
"Show me, darling" he urged. He wanted to see you take what you wanted, take him as you wanted. You were always so cautious, so eager to please and do whatever he urged you to but this time, he was tired and worn down but nothing would stop him from having you, from feeling you, tasting you.
His cock was already hard, you could see it through his trousers and that fact alone filled you with a confidence you hadn't had before. Daemon let out a groan as you slowly climbed onto his lap, praising your breasts as they bounced with the movement.
"So obedient" he muttered, the tone turning your insides to mush. You let out a moan when he slid his fingers under your dress and against your cunt, finding you bare and so wet you could hear it as he pushed a finger inside of you. '
"You're drenched. I haven't even touched you yet and you're falling apart already."
You were frantic, your hips grinding against his finger but it wasn't enough. Your brain was clouded with the thought of having him inside of you. Your hands were everywhere, on his shoulders, his chest, his hair, tugging on it when he hit that particular spot inside you. Daemon couldn't help but chuckle when you began unlacing his trousers, an impatient huff leaving your pouted lips.
It wasn't long before you were pulling his cock out, lips parting as they usually did at the sheer size of him. Daemon removed his finger from your cunt only to slide the digit into his mouth, his eyes closing at the taste. He'd been with many women in his life but he considered himself the luckiest man in Westeros to have you, to have someone so perfect for him. You took the opportunity to take his length in your hand, selfishly sliding the head against your clit a few times.
Daemon hissed, hiking your dress up around your hips so he could watch as he slid into you. One of his hands gently squeezed your hip, rubbing circles on your soft skin until he couldn't take it anymore. His head fell back against the chair as he roughly grabbed your behind, urging you to take him, to give him what he wanted, what you so clearly wanted.
So you did, slowly at first, not used to this position. You whimpered as he bottomed out inside of you, stretching you out, filling you as you so desperately wanted. This was what you had so dearly missed, the intimacy of your shared breaths against each other, the blunt scrape of his nails against your thighs as you moved your hips.
You stabilized yourself on his lap, digging your fingers into the clammy skin of his shoulders. You moved faster and harder with every bounce. The chamber was flooded with the noises of skin on skin, of your shared moans.
Wanting to have some semblance of control, Daemon took your hips in his hands, using his firm grip to keep you in place. His stomach clenched as you pulsed around him, drawing him closer to his edge. His hips took over, grinding up into you so painfully slow you couldn't help but let out a bratty, agitated sigh.
"Patience, darling" Daemon whispered mischievously. Your nails scratched down the pale skin of his chest as the tip of his cock nudged the spot deep inside of you that made you see stars, that turned you so pliant in his arms.
You fell forward, your hips stuttering against his as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. He was intoxicated by you, hearing your breathy moans and whimpers. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles onto the sensitive flesh making you moan in pure bliss.
It didn't take long for you to come apart around him, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a cry.
Daemon held on, not giving in to the way you were clenching and pulsing around him. Your bite turned to kisses, so sweet after you'd gotten what you wanted. When you looked at him, your eyes were filled with disappointment when you realized he hadn't finished.
"Weren't you pleased?" you whispered.
"More than" Daemon murmured, running his nose along your jaw and placing a tender kiss on your neck. "But I have many nights to make up for don't you think?"
"Can you keep going or shall i take over?"
