She would never fault him even if he did hurt her. Daenerys knew it was never intentional. Her fingers carded through his hair and pressed her forehead against his. As he sped up, Daenerys grew wetter, and felt him move easier within her. Her core was already tightening around him as she felt her climax mounting. "Jorah..." she whispered his name, moaning it really, as he continued moving within her.