Daenerys let his shirt fall from her grasp when she came down from her orgasm. She breathed heavily, trying to recover her breath, but Jorah seemed intent on keeping her breathless. Daenerys whimpered in arousal as he moved up her body and trailed kisses along her skin. When she felt his lips and tongue over her sensitive nipples, even through the fabric of her gown, Daenerys gasped. It was a strange, wonderful sensation that had her entire body tingling.

Both arms wrapped around his back, feeling the muscles beneath his skin and trailing down along his spine to find his pants. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric and gave his ass a teasing squeeze to keep him pressed close.