From that moment on, Jon knew he'd never be jealous of other, more experienced men. They'd told him that laying with a woman was a pleasure, that it felt good. He could not imagine they had ever experienced anything like he and Daenerys just had, otherwise they would have been singing songs and reciting poems. Being no kind of minstrel or poet, all Jon could do while quieting himself as Daenerys' moved him to was kiss her again gently and whisper, "Gods, thank you."

And whether he was thanking the Gods of Daenerys herself didn't matter. Jon agreed with both.