"And what will I find when you give them back, mmh? Your wet fingerprints?"
Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
“Smeared ink from my fluids,” she replies. “Surely you wouldn’t be shocked that your words would make me so horny that I would need to touch myself?”
Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
"Fuck." It's a very heartfelt curse. The idea of someone masturbating to what he writes has always been appealing. "Is that what I should do? Text you pages of erotica every day to keep you orgasming to me?"
He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."
“You just want to think about me touching myself, don’t you?” Midge says with a wink. He doesn’t have to just think about it. While he keeps teasing her soft skin with the brush, one of her hands moves down between her legs. She keeps her strokes light for now, just teasing her lips.
The list of things that Jaskier wants to do to her makes her moan softly. “I trust you,” she replies. “You always make sure I’m comfortable before we try anything.”
"Yes, especially if you're touching yourself to my writing." That's his ego talking, don't mind him.
His eyes follow her hand and combined with her words, it leaves him breathless for a second. It still blows his mind how she's always ready for him, and he adores her for it. It's why he thinks they can try this relationship at all.
"Always so needy... and you teased me for wanting it 'every day'? I think I'm the real victim here." Just a joke. His mouth descends on her neck and starts leaving open-mouthed kisses, the brush coming back to tease her nipples. Since they're discussing masturbation, he's going to have fun teasing her while she takes care of herself.
Once her neck has been thoroughly kissed, his mouth moves to add more marks to her breasts. Soon the brush is dropped so he can pinch her nipples with his own fingers. He just loves touching her so much, it's hard for him to only watch.
"Talk to me," he says between kisses. "I'm all yours now. Tell me all the things you want. Share your deepest desires."
Her sighs turn to moans when Jaskier starts to pinch her nipples, and her fingers press further into cunt, past her lips.
“Dirty things?” Midge asks. She has plenty of clean desires regarding him, but she guesses that he’s looking for something naughty. “I want you to bend me over my vanity and fuck me in my dressing room. I want to pull you into a closet somewhere, pull your pants down and give you a blowjob.”
It takes him a few moments to reply because his mouth has closed around one of her tits to suck it eagerly, his tongue continuously playing with her nipple. He's glad that he's staying next to her instead of top because this way he can admire the way her hand is starting to go deeper. Just perfect.
Jaskier lets go of her tit with a pop sound and licks his lips before talking.
"Two lovely requests. And easily achievable, too. It seems we have the idea for our first mid-week quickie," he replies while his hands keep playing with her nipples, not giving her a single second as a break. "What else? No need to be shy, there's nothing I haven't heard before. It doesn't have to be dirty, either. Romance is a hell of an aphrodisiac." Now his mouth can take care of her other breast with as much gusto.
Her moans fill the air around them as he continues to play with her breasts. They’re so sensitive that she really does think he can make her come just by touching them.
“I want to go on a date with you,” she says, opting for the romantic piece for a moment. “Take me out for the night and show me off. I want to cuddle with you under the stars. I want you to write me a song.”
Her fingers find her clit and start to touch it in gentle circles.
Her moans always are beautiful music, and by having his hands on her chest, Jaskier feels like he really is playing her like an instrument. This time, though, his mouth lets go sooner to look up at her with a soft smile. Sure, hearing her say that she'll touch herself to what he writes is hot as fuck, but hearing her ask for her own song is something else. Many people have asked for songs, but it's different when it comes from the heart.
"You truly are an absolute sweetheart," he says before kissing her softly. "We'll go on all the dates."
Once again, his hands never leave her breasts - that original plan isn't getting canceled any time soon. But if she wants a song? He'll give her a song. It's easier to sing for her in bed when he isn't in the middle of fucking, although his cock is starting to wake up. He buries his mouth in her ear and--
"♫ She brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay And when they're sure no-one can hear them He'll turn to her and say, he'll turn to her and say It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you It's not fair, because you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something ♫"
She laughs at the lyrics that he’s making up, though they’re as sweet as they are amusing. Midge closes her eyes and concentrates on the sound of his voice and the words of love that he’s singing.
“I love you,” she says with a smile.
Her fingers keep moving over her clit, but she’s still not stroking very hard. It’s enough to feel good without giving her an orgasm.
“That time you fucked me on my knees, when you kept teasing me, telling me not to touch myself… I loved that.” Surely he was able to tell. “I want to do that again.”
She glances down between them. “Is your cock getting hard again.”
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She grins back up at him. “Maybe I won’t give them back until you promise to act out some of the scenes with me.”
Midge lounges beneath him, opening the shirt that she’s wearing so that he can see her tits. She arches her back just a little, pushing them up.
It’s amazing how quickly each of them can turn the other on.
(by Katy Evans)
Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
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Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
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He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."
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The list of things that Jaskier wants to do to her makes her moan softly. “I trust you,” she replies. “You always make sure I’m comfortable before we try anything.”
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His eyes follow her hand and combined with her words, it leaves him breathless for a second. It still blows his mind how she's always ready for him, and he adores her for it. It's why he thinks they can try this relationship at all.
"Always so needy... and you teased me for wanting it 'every day'? I think I'm the real victim here." Just a joke. His mouth descends on her neck and starts leaving open-mouthed kisses, the brush coming back to tease her nipples. Since they're discussing masturbation, he's going to have fun teasing her while she takes care of herself.
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“Maybe I’m just trying to drive you nuts.”
Midge winks at him. Then he’s kissing her neck and she sighs with want, tilting her head back to give him better access.
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Once her neck has been thoroughly kissed, his mouth moves to add more marks to her breasts. Soon the brush is dropped so he can pinch her nipples with his own fingers. He just loves touching her so much, it's hard for him to only watch.
"Talk to me," he says between kisses. "I'm all yours now. Tell me all the things you want. Share your deepest desires."
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“Dirty things?” Midge asks. She has plenty of clean desires regarding him, but she guesses that he’s looking for something naughty. “I want you to bend me over my vanity and fuck me in my dressing room. I want to pull you into a closet somewhere, pull your pants down and give you a blowjob.”
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Jaskier lets go of her tit with a pop sound and licks his lips before talking.
"Two lovely requests. And easily achievable, too. It seems we have the idea for our first mid-week quickie," he replies while his hands keep playing with her nipples, not giving her a single second as a break. "What else? No need to be shy, there's nothing I haven't heard before. It doesn't have to be dirty, either. Romance is a hell of an aphrodisiac." Now his mouth can take care of her other breast with as much gusto.
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“I want to go on a date with you,” she says, opting for the romantic piece for a moment. “Take me out for the night and show me off. I want to cuddle with you under the stars. I want you to write me a song.”
Her fingers find her clit and start to touch it in gentle circles.
(by the Amazing Devil)
"You truly are an absolute sweetheart," he says before kissing her softly. "We'll go on all the dates."
Once again, his hands never leave her breasts - that original plan isn't getting canceled any time soon. But if she wants a song? He'll give her a song. It's easier to sing for her in bed when he isn't in the middle of fucking, although his cock is starting to wake up. He buries his mouth in her ear and--
"♫ She brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair
And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay
And when they're sure no-one can hear them
He'll turn to her and say, he'll turn to her and say
It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you
It's not fair, because you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something ♫"
Busting out Joey’s own music
“I love you,” she says with a smile.
Her fingers keep moving over her clit, but she’s still not stroking very hard. It’s enough to feel good without giving her an orgasm.
“That time you fucked me on my knees, when you kept teasing me, telling me not to touch myself… I loved that.” Surely he was able to tell. “I want to do that again.”
She glances down between them. “Is your cock getting hard again.”