Ride the Pony - for @prodigalmess

[youngestrose]

Margaery sits back on the settee and surveys their bedroom while she waits for Malcolm to finish doing whatever it is he's doing to prepare for this. He's pushed all of the other furniture (except for the beds) back against the wall to create enough space in front of her. She's not entirely sure what to expect, other than a struggle not to laugh. She wouldn't want to do anything to bruise his ego, even if the entire concept of him performing a striptease for her feels improbable.

"I still can't believe you wanted to do this," she calls toward the walk-in closet that he disappeared into after settling her in her seat. 

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[youngestrose]

She could have guessed this would be what he'd want. Even when she's seeking to focus on him, his favorite position still holds lots of benefits for her. She suspects he's incapable of being completely selfish, a trait she finds admirable and loves about him.

She also really, really loves the way he feels inside her. She's more than happy to ride him until neither one of them can keep going.

"Yes, sir," she exhales followed by a moan elicited by his treatment of her nipple. She starts slowly, lifting herself nearly completely off of him before sliding back down as tantalizingly as she can manage until he's fully buried inside her once more. The sounds he makes in response make her smile, and she speeds up just a little, taking the time at the top of each stroke to make small thrusts just on the head of his cock. She's been looking for new moves to try, and she hopes he likes it.