"More" is something she wouldn't have thought to ask, but it's the most glorious thing she can think of right now, too. She thrusts her hips against his mouth and spreads her legs yet wider, responding by pure instinct. She can feel the warmth spreading from her belly through her body, she can't hardly control the moans falling from her lips.

"Jon," she breathes, "Yes, keep -- there." She braces one hand against his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his skin so as to urge him on.