Daenerys could sense the moment approaching, whether from the feel of him against her and in her or the look on his face or just some other intuition, and she felt herself open even more to him, felt herself approaching release herself.

She moaned upon hearing him say her name that way, grabbing at him and pressing fingers against his back hard, pulling him to her. "Jon, oh, Jon," she whispered in return, breath hot against his skin as somehow she found the strength in her to keep grinding her hips against him to reach her second climax. She thought it would be even more beautiful, and soon she could know it for a certainty.