Margaery blushed at his question and continued stroking his cock up and down, over and over. She paused on occasion to rub her thumb over his tip. "I have not, no."

She refused to become sheepish. Margaery had read books as well, and continued to stroke his cock, moving slightly lower to tease her fingertips over his balls.

As he worked over her breasts, Margaery moaned aloud, arching her back and pushing her breasts more into his touch. She did indeed move to straddle him, keeping her hand between them and rubbing over his cock. Never pausing her movements.