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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"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.”