Jaskier looks up when she comes so he can admire her orgasmic face - she's always a beautiful woman, but seeing her at her peak is something else. The hand on her clit never stops, guiding her through her little death until the very end.

He doesn't need her words, as soon as she falls forward, he lets go, too - but it's still damn good to hear how she wants to be filled up. Mumbling her name over and over, Jaskier wraps his arms around her and keeps her down as he comes inside her, calloused fingers clinging to his own shirt. He lets her be his anchor as waves of pleasure make his insides turn and his mind floats on cloud nine, this time letting ecstasy mix with love.

It takes him a few seconds to come back to reality. His arms and legs are still trembling as he drags his butt a little on the floor so he can rest his back against the cabinets. As he tries to catch his breath, he nuzzles the top of her head.

"Kudos to the cook. Outstanding diner. I shall eat here again," he jokes.