He obeys, eagerly and without hesitation. Jon's movements change from the gentle rolling of a moment before to more deliberate, more energetic pumping. His length slides easily back and forth, and this new position means that each thrust is met with a new part of her surrounding and gripping at him as he goes.

Jon's hand slides back up to clutch at Amelia's breast again. "Such... unladylike language," he teases. "Although I have to say I love the sound of it coming from you."

Because she's beautiful and graceful and Jon's sure that if she wanted, she could pass as the highest-born sort of Lady. Seven hells, for all he knew she was one.