"Gods, Margaery," Daenerys breathed out, bucking her hips. "Keep... keep doing that, that's..."

Perfect, is what it was, but even in her distracted state she knew better than to say that. She wasn't sure how they would progress beyond this moment, but she didn't want to spoil it in any way and was determined not to. And she would be happy to reciprocate once she realized she ought to, that just very much had not happened yet.

Instead, she dug one heel into the mattress, just focused on the feel of Margaery's tongue.