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."
That makes Jaskier laugh pretty hard - he doesn't know what a gynecologist is, but he gets the meaning from context.
Jaskier doesn't let go of her cheek while kissing her, and even when they pull away, he still keeps it there, gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. He just likes touching her and looking at her when she looks so nicely fucked.
"Glad to hear it. I love playing with sensations like that." Which explains how he enjoys leaving some fine fabrics between their bodies. "Well, most sensations. I didn't enjoy candle wax. But I'll try it on you if you're ever curious." He pokes her nose. "You were my first chocolate sex, my sweet lady."
She likes looking into his eyes like this. As much as she loves the sex, the romance part is just as enjoyable for her.
“Not sure if I’d like candle wax either,” Midge replies. “Glad to be a first of yours. You were my first chocolate sex too, though not my first time having sex on a kitchen table.”
Taking his hand, Midge sits up and gets off of the table. She picks up his shirt and puts it on.
More laughing. "That also makes me happy to hear - as much as I like introducing you to new things, I don't like the idea of your married sex being boring." He wants her to have something! "What's the weirdest place you had sex--"
He interrupts himself when he sees her wearing his shirt. His eyes widen and his cock gets a little harder. Their size difference makes the shirt big on her, covering her ass but still showing off those fantastic legs. She looks cute, playful, and smells like him.
"Fuck," he says after licking his lips. "You gorgeous--"
Jaskier takes a step as he reaches for her, but he doesn't see the orange on the floor from the bowl he pushed earlier. That one step is all he needs to accidentally step on the poor fruit and fall on his back.
Midge is thinking about her answer when Jaskier starts to react to her wearing his shirt. It’s open in the front, and she turns around so that he can enjoy it from that side.
Then he’s slipping on an orange like he’s in a cartoon.
It’s funny, him laying there on the kitchen floor with his cock sticking up in the air, but he might have seriously hurt himself. Midge leans over him and offers her hand.
"Not my first sex injury," he replies as he grabs her hand and brings her down, making sure to catch her in his arms for proper cuddling. He can't help but whimper, because he's both sore and aroused.
"Sorry, but the doctor recommended affection from a gorgeous woman to get rid of the pain. You better love me properly or I shall die here on the kitchen floor."
She squeals, then laughs when he pulls her onto the floor next to him. Midge lays in his arms, kissing his mouth.
“Is that so?” Midge tosses one leg over his body and then straddles him, sitting on his lower abdomen. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death.”
He had been kidding, but it turns out her kisses do work as a distraction from the soreness. It's not that bad anyway, he's just overdramatic (when isn't he?). His breath catches when she straddles him, his own shirt brushing against his dick.
"I would have to come back just to haunt you," he replies as his hands fall on her thighs to rub them, his blue eyes admiring the view. His shirt is open just enough in the middle to let him see her sideboobs. It's incredibly erotic. "Fuck, look at you. Mesmerizing. Obscene. Provoking. You truly will drive me insane."
“You make me feel confident and sexy,” Midge tells him as she gets up on her knees and slides backwards, his cock brushing through her wetness. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Reaching down between them, Midge grasps his cock and positions it at her opening, though she doesn’t slide it in yet. “You got so hard while eating me out. And I think you like seeing me wear your shirt.”
"Because you are, darling." He gasps when his cock brushes her cunt and his fingers dig into the skin of her thighs. "Don't ever let anyone make you think any less."
Jaskier curses when she grabs his cock and his body wiggles a bit - he would be thrusting into her hand if she wasn't sitting on him.
"Sadistic dirty lady," he jokes. Wanting to tease back, his hands move up to grope her breasts. They're a bit sticky because of the chocolate and his cum, and he loves it. "Of course. Your reaction to the cold fingers will haunt me in my dreams, how was I supposed not to get hard while seeing you like that? And here you are now, wearing my shirt and the stains of my seed..." He pinches her nipples. "Madenning."
Oh, she likes teasing him, especially when he teases her back. Midge hums happily when he grabs her breasts.
“You came all over me, you dirty boy,” she says. “You came so hard. You’re such a good boy for me.” Midge finally sinks down on his cock, a moan leaving her mouth. “Will you keep being a good boy and do as I ask?”
The sensation to move is strong, but Midge resists for the moment, wanting to let him feel all of her warm cunt wrapped around him.
His whole body shivers when she calls him both a dirty and a good boy, nails digging into her breasts a little. She's taking control, and that already is hot as fuck on its own. But taking control while wearing his shirt? The most erotic thing he's seen in his life, and he means it.
Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
He loves it when she takes control, and his writhing and needy whimpers only make it more enjoyable for her. “Good boy,” she says again before she starts to rock on top of him. “Your Magnificence? That’s a new one.”
Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
Jaskier curses again as she starts moving, but he still manages to chuckle. "Had to replace 'princess'. You're my goddess. The only one I worship."
Her nails are on his chest now, and that truly is the cherry on top for this whole setup. Thank goodness she had a potion hidden here, because a condom would've ruined it a little bit. Jaskier loses himself in all the motions, enjoying the way she takes him whole every time. He's so grateful that she lets him fuck her raw, it's amazing to be able to feel how wet she's for him (and so soon after her last orgasm!). He's not a human anymore; he's just a groaning pile of nerves on fire for her to get her orgasms from.
Funny how he calls her goddess, but she's making the sweetest offering - Jaskier's hands never stop playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples a little hard every time she sits on his lap, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.
She moans for him, knowing how much he loves it. Midge tosses her head back, enjoying all of the sensations that he’s giving her right now. His cock feels perfect inside of her and his fingers on her nipples are giving her a delightful sensation of pleasure tinged with a bit of pain.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Midge gasps. “Are you close, darling?”
It’s going to take her a bit longer to work back up to orgasm since she came so recently. She’s fine with him coming first, as long as he won’t be too sensitive to stay inside her.
Indeed, he loves every sound she makes, and the kitchen has fantastic acoustics. Their joined moans echo around them, caressing their ears to increase their pleasure even more.
"Only the best for you, dear." A grin. "I can wait. I would never leave a lover unsatisfied. And you like my cock, do you not? Dirty girl, enjoying my hard, raw cock inside her. I'm going to fill you up so nicely."
He keeps a hand on her tits, but the other reaches between them to stroke her clit, trying to match the rhythm to her thrusts. His hand gets caught between their bodies and he loves every second of it.
“I love your cock,” she replies. “You always give me such good orgasms and I love feeling you come inside me. I always want to fuck you raw like this.”
Midge grins when Jaskier starts to stroke her clit without her asking. “Yes… just like that, love…” She laughs suddenly, breathlessly, as she keeps up her pace on top of him. “Fuck, we’re so good at this.”
The laughter takes him by surprise - don't take him wrong, it's a very lovely sound, he just has to wonder what inspired it. She soon provides the answer, and Jaskier has to laugh as well. He can't take it anymore, he sits up and captures her laughter in a kiss. Hopefully, she doesn't mind - she's still in control and doing the riding like this.
"Indeed, we are," he responds as he keeps their noses together, letting their moans meet each other. "Can you imagine the night of the wedding? We'll be more passionate than the newlyweds. I'll fuck you so hard they'll hear it from their room. Mayhaps we can inspire them."
Now that he's up here, he can bury his face in her breasts, which still taste of chocolate and his cum - and he loves it. Time to refresh his hickeys.
She gives a little cry when he sits up, but quickly adjusts and wraps her arms around him. Holding him close like this is actually even better. Midge opens her mouth against his as they kiss.
“I’m sure we could outdo her,” she says.
Midge lets him mark her breasts as she increases her speed. “Mmm, good boy, claiming me as your own… I’m all yours. You’re the only one that I want.” The pleasure starts to rise inside of her, growing steadily as the orgasm gets closer. “Almost…”
Midge holds him close and Jaskier can feel his own shirt brushing against his skin, reminding him of how amazing she looks and how she's starting to smell like him - it's intoxicating.
He groans against her chest when she calls him a good boy and responds by sucking on a nipple, his movements getting a bit clumsier as he gets closer as well. However, he keeps his word: he'll never let a lover unsatisfied. The hand on her clit moves faster and his body tries to meet her thrusts, desperately looking for more, more, more.
A few more thrusts and she’s gone, crashing over the edge with a wailing moan that echoes off the unpadded surfaces of the kitchen. The orgasm hits her hard and her body stiffens as she rides it out. The pleasure bursts inside of her, flooding all of her senses, until at last it subsides.
Midge falls forward against Jaskier’s chest, though keeps moving as much as she can so that he can finish.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Midge reaches up and puts her hand on the back of his head as they kiss, her tasting chocolate and her own fluids on his mouth.
“This won’t shock you, but I’ve never done that before. The ice thing, at least. It was… different.”
Not sure if it was her favorite, but it certainly made for an interesting experience.
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Jaskier doesn't let go of her cheek while kissing her, and even when they pull away, he still keeps it there, gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. He just likes touching her and looking at her when she looks so nicely fucked.
"Glad to hear it. I love playing with sensations like that." Which explains how he enjoys leaving some fine fabrics between their bodies. "Well, most sensations. I didn't enjoy candle wax. But I'll try it on you if you're ever curious." He pokes her nose. "You were my first chocolate sex, my sweet lady."
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“Not sure if I’d like candle wax either,” Midge replies. “Glad to be a first of yours. You were my first chocolate sex too, though not my first time having sex on a kitchen table.”
Taking his hand, Midge sits up and gets off of the table. She picks up his shirt and puts it on.
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He interrupts himself when he sees her wearing his shirt. His eyes widen and his cock gets a little harder. Their size difference makes the shirt big on her, covering her ass but still showing off those fantastic legs. She looks cute, playful, and smells like him.
"Fuck," he says after licking his lips. "You gorgeous--"
Jaskier takes a step as he reaches for her, but he doesn't see the orange on the floor from the bowl he pushed earlier. That one step is all he needs to accidentally step on the poor fruit and fall on his back.
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
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Then he’s slipping on an orange like he’s in a cartoon.
It’s funny, him laying there on the kitchen floor with his cock sticking up in the air, but he might have seriously hurt himself. Midge leans over him and offers her hand.
“Shit, are you okay?”
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"Sorry, but the doctor recommended affection from a gorgeous woman to get rid of the pain. You better love me properly or I shall die here on the kitchen floor."
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“Is that so?” Midge tosses one leg over his body and then straddles him, sitting on his lower abdomen. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death.”
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"I would have to come back just to haunt you," he replies as his hands fall on her thighs to rub them, his blue eyes admiring the view. His shirt is open just enough in the middle to let him see her sideboobs. It's incredibly erotic. "Fuck, look at you. Mesmerizing. Obscene. Provoking. You truly will drive me insane."
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Reaching down between them, Midge grasps his cock and positions it at her opening, though she doesn’t slide it in yet. “You got so hard while eating me out. And I think you like seeing me wear your shirt.”
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Jaskier curses when she grabs his cock and his body wiggles a bit - he would be thrusting into her hand if she wasn't sitting on him.
"Sadistic dirty lady," he jokes. Wanting to tease back, his hands move up to grope her breasts. They're a bit sticky because of the chocolate and his cum, and he loves it. "Of course. Your reaction to the cold fingers will haunt me in my dreams, how was I supposed not to get hard while seeing you like that? And here you are now, wearing my shirt and the stains of my seed..." He pinches her nipples. "Madenning."
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“You came all over me, you dirty boy,” she says. “You came so hard. You’re such a good boy for me.” Midge finally sinks down on his cock, a moan leaving her mouth. “Will you keep being a good boy and do as I ask?”
The sensation to move is strong, but Midge resists for the moment, wanting to let him feel all of her warm cunt wrapped around him.
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Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
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Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
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Her nails are on his chest now, and that truly is the cherry on top for this whole setup. Thank goodness she had a potion hidden here, because a condom would've ruined it a little bit. Jaskier loses himself in all the motions, enjoying the way she takes him whole every time. He's so grateful that she lets him fuck her raw, it's amazing to be able to feel how wet she's for him (and so soon after her last orgasm!). He's not a human anymore; he's just a groaning pile of nerves on fire for her to get her orgasms from.
Funny how he calls her goddess, but she's making the sweetest offering - Jaskier's hands never stop playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples a little hard every time she sits on his lap, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.
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“Fuck, you’re so good,” Midge gasps. “Are you close, darling?”
It’s going to take her a bit longer to work back up to orgasm since she came so recently. She’s fine with him coming first, as long as he won’t be too sensitive to stay inside her.
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"Only the best for you, dear." A grin. "I can wait. I would never leave a lover unsatisfied. And you like my cock, do you not? Dirty girl, enjoying my hard, raw cock inside her. I'm going to fill you up so nicely."
He keeps a hand on her tits, but the other reaches between them to stroke her clit, trying to match the rhythm to her thrusts. His hand gets caught between their bodies and he loves every second of it.
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Midge grins when Jaskier starts to stroke her clit without her asking. “Yes… just like that, love…” She laughs suddenly, breathlessly, as she keeps up her pace on top of him. “Fuck, we’re so good at this.”
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"Indeed, we are," he responds as he keeps their noses together, letting their moans meet each other. "Can you imagine the night of the wedding? We'll be more passionate than the newlyweds. I'll fuck you so hard they'll hear it from their room. Mayhaps we can inspire them."
Now that he's up here, he can bury his face in her breasts, which still taste of chocolate and his cum - and he loves it. Time to refresh his hickeys.
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“I’m sure we could outdo her,” she says.
Midge lets him mark her breasts as she increases her speed. “Mmm, good boy, claiming me as your own… I’m all yours. You’re the only one that I want.” The pleasure starts to rise inside of her, growing steadily as the orgasm gets closer. “Almost…”
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He groans against her chest when she calls him a good boy and responds by sucking on a nipple, his movements getting a bit clumsier as he gets closer as well. However, he keeps his word: he'll never let a lover unsatisfied. The hand on her clit moves faster and his body tries to meet her thrusts, desperately looking for more, more, more.
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Midge falls forward against Jaskier’s chest, though keeps moving as much as she can so that he can finish.
“Come inside me, my sweet bard. Fill me up.”
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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.
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