Daenerys leaned down as he caressed her breasts. Both hands came to his jaw to hold him in place as she kissed him hard. Riding Jorah was not like riding Drogo. Drogo was hard, callous - not unlike a statue. Jorah was warmer, more real. Daenerys bounced her hips in a steady rhythm up and down. Taking him in and letting him slide out just a bit before slamming back in. Already her core was tightening around him.

She could never have dreamed that he would feel this good.