Between the low light in the kitchen and her position, Midge can’t see that he’s touching himself. If she thought about it logically, she might have been able to guess, but there’s not much going through her mind right now except how utterly amazing this feels.

Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.

“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.

There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”