Daenerys let out a little yelp and laugh of surprise and lust when he flipped them so that he was on top. She loved it. He was growing more comfortable and confident with her. Her legs wrapped around him as he lay her back. But her lips remained with his, kissing him feverishly, as though she couldn't stop. Feeling him press into her again made her moan softly, craving more already. She was only whole with Jorah by her side, and this act alone seemed to prove it. He stirred their fluids together, and the fleeting thought at the back of her mind of mothering his child made her heart swell.