[Sexual content]
Ser Jorah's kiss has awakened something in you, something you thought dead along with Khal Drogo on his pyre. The bunk under you sways slowly with the rhythm of the sea, though Irri is still. You wonder what it would be like to have a man there instead, or perhaps, to have some man squeezed between the two of you.
It has been a long time. Though you know Ser Jorah wants you and you have tried imagining what it would be like to take him to bed, his face always changes in your fantasies. It's never him you want, though you've imagined what his beard might feel like, his arms around your narrow body.
The thought of some other man, though... That leaves you aching between your thighs. As much as you try to sleep, now you cannot, imagining your lover's hands on you, what he feels like as he slides his cock inside you. Your hand moves down your body, parting your nether lips and you are surprised at how wet you are already. You try to keep quiet as you stroke over your flesh, just your fingertips, but it's hard, especially when you find one particularly sensitive place that leaves you gasping.
It doesn't matter how much you touch that little spot though, the pleasure recedes, leaving you more frustrated than ever. Your dragons react to it, Drogon screaming, and it wakes Irri beside you. You flush, knowing that she knows what you are doing, but before you can stop her, she has her mouth on your nipple, her clever tongue teasing the point of it. Her hand replaces yours between your thighs. Her fingers are different, they feel different as they press into you and her thumb works that sweet, sensitive spot you found earlier.
You don't need much, and the pleasure that seemed to evade you comes willingly at her fingers, leaving you trembling, your breast heaving, and your legs twisted in the bed sheets. She touches you through it and once you can breathe easier again, she rolls over and goes back to sleep. It's another few minutes before you can do the same.