Daenerys had never felt a man between her legs before. Drogo was not one to submit himself, unless she were riding astride him. So this whole sensation was new. New and incredible. Daenerys moaned and cried out against Jorah's shirt as her hips began to grind in reaction to his motions. Her entire core and walls were tightening, squeezing. She gasped and felt her hips begin to buck and grind erratically.

"Jorah..." she whispered his name, her nails dragging over the animal pelt that served as her bedsheets. Until it was too much - her climax came upon her so quickly it was impossible to warn him. The tension within her burst and sent sparks and tingling heat rushing through her. Fluid burst from her core and wanting pussy, coating his chin to make it slick with her juices.