( It feels good. Jon doesn't know how much skill one really needs to make this feel good as men are quite a bit more obvious in their arousal than women but even if it were more difficult for him to want, Rhaenyra would be good at it anyway. She's curious and unafraid of trying things and that makes it better than it could be; enthusiasm makes up for skill every time, he thinks.
He bites his lip to muffle a moan and then realizes that there is no one to hear them and stops muffling his cries. She hadn't muffled hers so why should he? No one cares that he's bedding a Targaryen princess here. They can simply enjoy one another. She makes a pretty sight with her silvery-blonde hair spilling over his lap and her lips and tongue wrapped around his cock. )
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He bites his lip to muffle a moan and then realizes that there is no one to hear them and stops muffling his cries. She hadn't muffled hers so why should he? No one cares that he's bedding a Targaryen princess here. They can simply enjoy one another. She makes a pretty sight with her silvery-blonde hair spilling over his lap and her lips and tongue wrapped around his cock. )
Rhaenyra, please.
( It's all he can manage to say aloud. )