It's indeed a bit cold, and just enough to play with the sensations like Jaskier wants. The contrast of temperatures adds a new thrill as he kisses her thoroughly, enjoying the way the coldness clashes on their warm mouths.
When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
Midge gives a little yelp at the cold temperature of the syrup. She looks down at what he’s doing and laughs before laying her head back down on the table. “It’s just as good as Jackson Pollack,” she says to him.
When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
"Is that complimenting or mocking?" He doesn't know who Pollack is!
There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
lmk if you need me to cut the tag earlier because she protests
Jaskier chuckles against the fabric and decides a little mercy is in order.
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
Finally, her panties are off and she can feel the cool air of the room on her wet folds. He kisses her and then he’s gone. Midge’s eyes follow him to the freezer.
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
Another chuckle. "You're adorable when you squeal."
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
Her reaction is perfect and Jaskier smiles widely against her folds, feeling rather proud of himself. His blood is starting to go down, too, because there's no way someone could watch and hear Midge like this without getting aroused.
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.
Her fingers twist in his hair as her hips rock against his face. The cold was an interesting sensation, but she much prefers his warm hands. When Jaskier’s fingers rub against her spot, she cries out for him. Midge is starting to feel overstimulated, her legs trembling.
The orgasm hits her hard and Midge arches her back, her body shaking as wave after wave crashes over it. Jaskier is so fucking good at this. Her own hand doesn’t even come close.
Her moans echo off the walls of the kitchen before she falls back onto the table, panting for breath.
Blue eyes watch her every move as she comes, and oh, what a gorgeous sight she makes. Jaskier would be writing poetry to her orgasms if her mouth and hand weren't so busy right now. They continue to pleasure her through every second of her orgasm to make it last, and her tongue laps at her cunt to pick up every drop.
Perfection.
Once she falls back, Jaskier finally lets go and walks to the other end of the table, his cock already half-hard. He kneels by her head and cups her cheek to kiss her softly before grinning.
"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you liked that."
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When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
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When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
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There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
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Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
lmk if you need me to cut the tag earlier because she protests
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
all good!
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
they should learn from her
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.
take notes, but they can’t have her man
The orgasm hits her hard and Midge arches her back, her body shaking as wave after wave crashes over it. Jaskier is so fucking good at this. Her own hand doesn’t even come close.
Her moans echo off the walls of the kitchen before she falls back onto the table, panting for breath.
they become sex education teachers
Perfection.
Once she falls back, Jaskier finally lets go and walks to the other end of the table, his cock already half-hard. He kneels by her head and cups her cheek to kiss her softly before grinning.
"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you liked that."