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.
She grins. “You have excellent taste,” Midge tells him, giving him a languid kiss. Her fingers brush through his hair.
“When you can move again, let’s go to the bed to cuddle.” It will be more comfortable than the floor, which is starting to hurt her knees. “You should have seen your face when I put your shirt on.”
He happily returns the kiss, humming in delight when she brushes his hair. One day, he wants to fall asleep with her petting him like that.
The comment about his shirt makes him laugh. "What can I say? You look spectacular. And now you smell of my perfume, too. I dare you to go home smelling like that." It's just a tease. Maybe.
“Thank you,” she replies. “I have no problem going home smelling like you. You’re my boyfriend, after all.”
Midge gazes into Jaskier’s bright blue eyes, her fingers still stroking his hair. “You mean so much to me. I never expected that being with another artist would make a difference in my relationship.”
The two of them really understand each other, and having that type of connection has been wonderful.
Laughing in delight. "Please let me know what faces they make."
(Jaskier knows she should call them, but honestly, he doesn't care. Since the kids are with Joel, he thinks Midge owes them no explanation.)
"Aren't you sweet," he says before kissing her softly. It's amazing how, at this age, he can still feel butterflies in his stomach just from hearing her say those things. He rubs her back under the shirt, gazing back at her with adoration in his eyes and a wide smile. "I'm honored to bring that spark into your life - seeing you work to shine makes me want to shine brighter. Also, I'm proud of you for finally calling yourself an artist." He pecks her nose. "Now we just need to fuck in a dressing room to close this art deal."
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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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“When you can move again, let’s go to the bed to cuddle.” It will be more comfortable than the floor, which is starting to hurt her knees. “You should have seen your face when I put your shirt on.”
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The comment about his shirt makes him laugh. "What can I say? You look spectacular. And now you smell of my perfume, too. I dare you to go home smelling like that." It's just a tease. Maybe.
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Midge gazes into Jaskier’s bright blue eyes, her fingers still stroking his hair. “You mean so much to me. I never expected that being with another artist would make a difference in my relationship.”
The two of them really understand each other, and having that type of connection has been wonderful.
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(Jaskier knows she should call them, but honestly, he doesn't care. Since the kids are with Joel, he thinks Midge owes them no explanation.)
"Aren't you sweet," he says before kissing her softly. It's amazing how, at this age, he can still feel butterflies in his stomach just from hearing her say those things. He rubs her back under the shirt, gazing back at her with adoration in his eyes and a wide smile. "I'm honored to bring that spark into your life - seeing you work to shine makes me want to shine brighter. Also, I'm proud of you for finally calling yourself an artist." He pecks her nose. "Now we just need to fuck in a dressing room to close this art deal."