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As soon as he feels her walls contracting around his fingers, his mouth pulls away just one inch to speak with a needy voice.

"Come for me, darling."

And then it goes back to work, letting his tongue lick away all her fluids as she comes on his face. His fingers stay buried inside her and help her ride out the orgasm; teasing, rubbing, and caressing until she can't stand on her own any longer.

Even during the aftershocks, Jaskier stays with his nose buried in her curls, making sure he's milking her until the last second. Only then does he finally move, letting the skirt fall back in place on its own as he stands up.

His dry hand gently cups her face to make sure she's looking at him when he licks his lips very slowly. The shine on his nose and skin around his mouth proves how deep he put his face in there, and he doesn't regret a single second of it.

"I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous, yet here we are." Her post-orgasm face is absolutely perfect, and he wishes he could just look at it for hours to keep it as inspiration for erotic poetry. He stares at her hungrily now as he takes a step forward, trapping her between the dresser and his sweaty body. His hips can't help but rub against her dress, and he has to bite down another whimper so he can ask- "I take it you had fun?"

Midge pants softly, trying to catch her breath. She watches as Jaskier licks his lips and can’t help put crash her mouth against his. She puts her hands on his chest as she kisses him hungrily, tasting herself on his tongue.

It’s a reassurance. No man who didn’t like women would press his face so thoroughly into her cunt and make her come that hard.

Midge grins when she pulls back from the kiss, though she stays close to him. “What woman wouldn’t have fun with a handsome man’s face between her legs? I hope you’ll do that again.” After another brief kiss, Midge reaches down between their bodies and cups his cock through his underwear. “First, I think we ought to take care of this. I’m also feeling very overdressed right now.”

Jaskier smiles into the kiss as he returns it, getting even turned on by her willingness to taste herself. It may be a sign she'll be adventurous in the future - and it appears there will be a repeat of this, considering her words.

Handsome man, huh? Jaskier grins and nods at her request, willing to do it as many times as she wants to. However, whatever he's about to say is lost when a very needy groan leaves his mouth as Midge cups his cock.

"Midge..." His voice begs as he buries his face in her neck, hand grabbing the dresser on both sides of her as he starts rubbing his aching erection against her hand. "Please..."

There’s something so erotic about hearing a man beg for you. Midge feels powerful. Fortunately, she’s not the type of woman to abuse that power, other than maybe a little tease.

She kisses Jaskier’s temple and ruffles his hair with her free hand while the hand on his cock traces the outline of it. She can feel him throbbing and the need to have him inside of her grows immensely.

Gently, Midge pushes him back so that she can turn around. Reaching behind her, she unzips her dress, looking coyly over her shoulder at him. After the dress drops to the floor, Midge unhooks the clasps to her bra and lets it slide down her shoulders.

She turns to him, completely naked. Her body is fantastic, her breasts large but still perky. Even so, there are things she’s self-conscious about. The only noticeable scars that she has are faded stretch marks on her lower abdomen.

The hair ruffling is adorable, and Jaskier would laugh if he wasn't desperetely moaning at the hend tracing his cock. He thrusts into it, hungry for more - instead she pushes him back, and once again, he pathetically whimpers.

Not complaining about the view, though, that coy look could make man come on the spot. He kisses her shoulder before letting his own underwear fall to the floor too, hissing as the fabric brushes his erection. It stands hard and proudly, average in length but thick enough. The precum at the tip shows how desperately in need of release he is.

Midge is a beauty to behold, and Jaskier can only lick his lips again at the sight. He doesn't even notice the stretch marks - how could he, when he has many scars of his own? Mostly little nicks and nips, but there's a slash on his ribs, claw marks on one leg, and a cut on the other thigh. Not to mention his own stretch marks on his neck. And this is still nothing compared to Geralt.

Marks on one's body are great - it means you survived.

"When you strip for me with your eyes closed, you fit into a glass that rests on my tongue." With need and lust in his blue eyes, he comes closer and drops his hands (sorry for the sticky fingers) on her waist, calloused fingerprints playfully tracing patterns on her stomach. "You fit into my hands like bread I’m hungry for, you fit beneath my body more exactly than its shadow."

He dives in for a new kiss, this one quite needy and clumsy compared to his smooth start, while his fingers reach her breasts to rather enthusiastically play with them. His thumbs rub her nipples until they're perky, perfect for him to pinch.

[ OOC: sorry about this, Jaskier. Also she’s going to make an assumption that I feel like must be true, but if not, let me know and I’ll edit. ]

Midge eyes his naked body, very pleased with what he has to offer. His cock is lovely, although the sight of it has her uttering a little oh. She’s never seen an uncut dick before. Having only slept with Jewish men in the past, all of her past partners have been circumcised. Midge isn’t deterred by the fact that Jaskier isn’t circumcised. It was simply surprising to her. Different.

Midge wraps her arms around him and gives him a sly smile. “Are you making that up on the fly?” If so, it’s pretty impressive, considering how aroused he is. Even if it isn’t, she thinks it would be hard to remember poetry at a time like this.

She opens her mouth against his when he kisses her. She sneaks in a little giggle and happy sigh when he cups her breasts. Midge likes when a man plays with her tits. Meanwhile, her fingers trace over Jaskier’s fantastic abs. They get dangerously close to his cock, but Midge is a bit worried that he’ll explode the moment that she touches him.

The contrast is quite funny, when one thinks about it: Jaskier had his first Jewish man recently, and he's still horrified by the practice. Thankfully, Midge doesn't actually comment on it, because it would've killed the mood. That little "oh" is understood by him as she likes what she sees, and that makes him happy. (Another point for his ego, oops.)

"It's an old one," he replies as he shakes his head. "But trust me when I say: after this, I'll have inspiration for days."

Inspiration for writing or for times with his hand? Yes.

That hand is driving him crazy, and Jaskier can't take it anymore. He wraps his arms around Midge and picks her up - he isn't a witcher or particularly sporty, but Midge is petite so he can carry her for a short distance without issues. Their legs hit the bed and he just lets them stumble down, putting his hands on the mattress to catch his weight and avoid crushing her.

Cornflower blues stare at her with deep desire, and a deep voice asks- "Tell me what you want," as he lets the tip of his cock sneak between her thighs. His whole body shudders at the contact.

She doesn’t dislike what she sees, at least.

“Glad I could be your muse,” Midge replies. The idea of that is more pleasing to her than she might have thought.

Her arms wrap tightly around him as he lifts her and then lays her on the bed. Her pulse races when Jaskier gets on top of her. With her hands caressing his chest, Midge puts her legs up over his hips.

“I want your cock inside me,” she says, her blue eyes boldly meeting his. She can feel his cock between her legs, pressing at her folds.

Her legs moving so quickly to get in place could already be a perfectly good answer, but then she actually uses words and gods - there's something to be said about cute little ladies using foul language like that.

He teases her entrance with his cock, a gasp escaping him at the wet, marvelous feeling. "Your wish is--"

Suddenly, he freezes, eyes widening as he remembers something. The groan that follows is one of frustration. "Fuck." His head falls on her shoulders. "I forgot about-- the wrapper. Thingy." He means condoms. "For my cock." Hard to remember a new word when there's little blood in his brain. Poetry is different; it's automatic. "Please tell me you have some here because I left the box in my jacket, currently decorating your hallway floor."

She holds her breath, waiting to feel his cock fill her, when suddenly, he’s panicking. Jaskier doesn’t seem like a panicker, so Midge is alarmed for a moment. After his explanation, she raises an eyebrow. “Condoms. You carry them around with you? That’s… optimistic.”

With her foot, she points to the bedside table behind him. “There should be some in there.” A relatively old box left over from when she was still married.

Jaskier wants to laugh at her comment, but he's biting down a groan as he pulls away from her. Hardest thing he's done all day. "It's called living a spontaneous life." It's also called he's a slut. "But if instead you want me to ruin your lovely sheets with my cum, just let me know." He winks, clearly teasing.

The box is easily found and Jaskier unrolls a condom while climbing back between her legs. "Want to do the honors?" he asks as he passes it to her.

“Whatever you say,” she teases back. Midge hasn’t minded a man cumming on her in the past, but she doesn’t bring up the option this time. It’s an intimate act, not something that she’s keen to do for a first time. If they grow closer, if they continue to do this, it might be a consideration for the future. A condom is fine. This way he can still cum inside of her without the risk of pregnancy.

Midge rips open the packet and pulls out the condom. Placing it on the (admittedly strange looking) tip of his cock, she rolls it up, her fingers teasing him along the way. Once it’s secure, she gets back into position with her legs over his hips.

“Now, where were we?”

A little mumbled fuck comes out when she teases him like that. She's already mentioned that there may be a repeat of this, so Jaskier will have to ask her for a handjob at some point. She has lovely hands.

As soon as her legs wrap around him, Jaskier is already bending over, catching the end of that "we" with a kiss. He uses a hand to guide his cock inside, letting out a long and loud moan as her warmth and tightness surround him. The kiss is broken so he can look in her eyes and make sure she's comfortable, then he starts moving.

His thrusts are slow at first - desperate may he be, but he likes a good fuck, and he isn't around to ruin it by coming quickly. He keeps showering her with kisses as he sings for her, being as noisy and loud with his moans as he is in regular talking. She feels absolutely divine around him, and every time he buries himself deep into her, he can feel his whole body melting under the waves of pleasure.

"So good for me," he whispers into her ear between groans. "So fucking good."

She would be happy to give him a handjob.

Midge moans softly as he fills her, adjusting slightly so that she’s comfortable before he starts to thrust. Once she’s sure that he’s positioned well, Midge gives him a little nod to continue.

His movements are languid and she squeezes her walls around him with every slow thrust out. She can’t help but admire his self-control, considering how aroused he is. “Fuck,” she murmurs. “Mmm, that’s perfect…”

Midge wraps her arms around his neck, one of her hands tangling in his hair.

Every time she squeezes, she drives him a little crazier, and it's only the anticipation building to a mind-blowing orgasm that keeps him in check. ...at least, until her hand tangles in his hair and she calls him perfect.

He's one hell of a sucker for praise.

His thrusts start going faster and get a little more frantic - so do his words. There are no full sentences anymore, just Midge's name and little words like yes, fuck, and so good. Since she's holding on to him pretty damn well, he lets one of his hand reach between them and grab her breast, squeezing and pinching with gusto.

She really likes watching him lose control, knowing that she’s the one causing it. Midge meets his thrusts as best as she can, letting out a little cry when he grabs her breast.

“Jaskier…”

It seems that he likes feeling her hand in his hair so she keeps it there, tugging gently. She tries to gauge how close to orgasm he is and whether she will need to reach down between their bodies and stroke her clit in order to come again.

Every tug of his hair earns her a harder thrust and a louder moan. Her cry is absolutely beautiful, and Jaskier basks in the harmony their voices create by their voices expressing their mutual pleasure. It's perfect.

Midge doesn't have to worry about her orgasm because Jaskier always makes sure to take good care of his lovers - he has a reputation for a reason. As soon as he hears his name said like that, his hand leaves her breast to reach for her clit instead, his thumb rubbing with as much desperation as his thrusts.

"Midge... so close..."

Midge isn’t particularly loud in bed, but she doesn’t hold back either, especially if her partner is enjoying it. Jaskier is the type of man who finds music in sound, and so she moans for him, the sweet sounds of her pleasure ringing off of the walls.

She moves her hand, grateful that he wants to take care of her. She’s content to lie there and let him keep working above her while he enjoys the sensation of her tight heat around his cock and the sight of her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Let go… come for me…”

How is he supposed to deny such a sweet request? It only takes him two more thrusts to reach finally his peak, burying his cock as deep as possible while he lets out the loudest moan yet. His whole body shudders as a wonderful orgasm hits him from head to toes, an addictive high of absolute pleasure that nothing in the world can match (except for the attention of a loving audience).

Mind blank with pure bliss, a panting Jaskier collapses on top of Midge, his face looking for skin to nuzzle as his first post-orgasm instinct is always a cuddle to enjoy the aftermath. When he regains his breath, he remembers that he's still inside of her and she hasn't finished, so he doesn't hesitate to get back to work.

He doesn't pull out yet, hoping that keeping her full will help with her orgasm. His hand works her clit while his face descends to her chest, sucking and nibbling on a perky nipple.

He looks as if he’s in pure ecstasy when he comes and Midge is happy to take some of the credit for it. As arousing as it is to witness his orgasm, it doesn’t quite push her over the edge too.

Fortunately, Jaskier hasn’t forgotten about her. She’s glad when he doesn’t pull out. Pushing them onto their sides gives him more balance so that he can touch her. Midge hitches her leg high on his hip, opening herself wide for him.

“Yes… like that.”

It hasn’t taken him very long to learn what she likes. As his thumb teases her clit and his mouth sucks at her nipple, she can feel her pleasure growing exponentially.

“You’re so good to me…”

He hums his appreciation for the compliment, and wishes he had the refractory period he used to have at eighteen just so he could fuck her all over again. Which gives him an idea. When he pulls his mouth away from her breast, a trail of spit keeps them connected, and he has no shame in licking it up.

"Is this alright?" His thumb never leaves her clit, but one of his fingers teases her entrance, attempting to go in together with his flacid dick. "Or would it be too much?" He then nibbles her ear before whispering. "I can always pull out and only use my fingers to play you like a lute... but it's up to you."

Giving her choices at a time like this is slightly difficult for her. Jaskier slows down just enough so that she can think. His cock is wonderful, but if he doesn’t mind not feeling her come around him, then she knows what she wants.

“Pull out and use your fingers,” she asks with a whimper. “Please.” The idea of him playing her like a lute is very appealing.

Jaskier pulls out as soon as she finishes saying out, hissing a little because he's rather sensitive down there after an orgasm. His face never leaves her ear, and he uses his deepest tone to talk while his finger starts massaging her entrance

"I'm guessing you've never taken fingers and a cock at the same time?" His first finger goes in rather easily, thanks to how wet she is. Jaskier lets it explore, touching every wall and curling to try to find that sweet spot. "It's marvellous." Someone is speaking from experience here. Another finger goes in, knuckles flexing as he studies his face, analyzing every noise she makes to find the right notes. "It makes you feel so full." With that, he adds a third finger, and now he can start thrusting in rhythm with his thumb playing with her clit. "Sing for me, darling."

She hasn’t. None of her past lovers have ever tried to put their fingers inside her while their cock was still in. It’s something to consider for the future, though right now, she’s very focused on what Jaskier is doing in the present.

Between his hands and the words being whispered in her ear, Midge feels electric, with so many of her turn ons being engaged at once. After having his cock inside of her, one finger doesn’t feel like much, but then he keeps whispering to her, keeps adding more…

His fingertips brush over something deep inside of her that hits her like an electric shock. Her eyes shoot open and she moans out her pleasure for him, her hips stuttering against his hand.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Keep going, just like that…”

He smugly grins when he finds the right spot and starts rubbing it - but this doesn't stop him from being a tease. Whenever he notices her moans getting higher, he pulls his fingers out for a second before inserting them again, repeating the process in a maddening game. Play her like a lute indeed.

"Such a dirty mouth for a self-proclaimed lady. Proud of your manners may you be, yet here you are now, so wet and open for me..."

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(poem by Roque Dalton)

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lmaooo poor Midge. and yes, you're correct, he's uncut

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sorry, had to

at least somebody is thinking about protection

he's very paranoid about pregnancy so learning about condoms in this world was a blessing

aww no kids for him?

nope. but even if it was a maybe, he'd still not want an accidental one with casual lovers

absolutely fair. Midge is probably good on kids too.

yes good, now she can just have fun

yep ;)

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