Jaskier chuckles at her yelping, glad to be proven right about the cute noises she makes. When they break the kiss, he continues to kiss her face and neck, this time with slower, open-mouthed kisses.
"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
She asked for the bed, but this will do. It’s spontaneous, sexy. Midge perches on the edge of the counter, gripping it on either side of her.
“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
Always so wet, so eager, so ready. The way she opens her thighs for him is maddening on its own. Jaskier takes a deep breath, letting her taste and her smell flood his senses, almost getting high on it. He answers her question with a hum as he licks from the very bottom to the top, stopping there to suck on her clit for a second before pulling back.
He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
Midge shudders as he licks her completely, gasping when he gets to her clit. When he puts her legs over his shoulders, she does as he asks and presses her thighs against his face. Not too hard. Just enough to trap him there between her legs.
“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
His cock finishes getting hard when her thighs are pressed against his face, making his whole body shiver and his nails dig into her skin. The hand on his hair is the final touch he needs to moan right into her cunt - all his senses are surrounded by her, and it's pure bliss.
"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
Jaskier hums at her words and hopes she understands that he's agreeing with the sentiment - I love you too. Can't exactly talk like this, and he has no intention to stop.
Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
Between the low light in the kitchen and her position, Midge can’t see that he’s touching himself. If she thought about it logically, she might have been able to guess, but there’s not much going through her mind right now except how utterly amazing this feels.
Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
Her breasts truly are magnificent, and Jaskier looks up as he works, admiring the amazing view. Every reaction of hers is perfect, and he knows he's close, too. Hard not to when she keeps driving him crazy. He stops sucking just long enough to say-
"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
How can she deny giving him what he wants? Her body stiffens for just a second, legs trembling, before falling over the edge.
“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
Blue eyes watch her come with utmost intensity. The few lights that enter the kitchen caress her body in the right spots, accentuating her curves like the most wonderful painting. He doesn't stop pleasuring her as she comes, wanting that orgasm to last as long as possible.
With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
“Oh,” she breathes, watching as he comes with his head between her legs. He was much closer than she realized. It’s admittedly pretty hot to have him moan against her sensitive folds.
Midge looks down at him with his face covered in her juices and strokes her fingers through his hair.
“I love you too. I would have taken care of that for you, handsome.”
Her hand always feels so good on his hair - he's pretty much purring, although he has to chuckle at her comment.
"I know you would, darling, but worry not - it was on purpose. Experiencing you through every single one of my senses was the idea, and it made my orgasm so much better." He pecks her thigh. "I could get high just from your smell." It's obvious he doesn't mean her perfume.
She grins down at him. “Mmm, so you liked it?” All she wants is to make him happy and keep him satisfied, and it seems like he’s both right now.
On shaky legs, Midge slowly gets off the counter, pausing for a moment to make sure that she has her balance before walking. “Let’s clean up this kitchen and then you can cuddle me in bed,” she says. Midge can’t wait to slip naked between the cool sheets and hold him close to her.
"Of course," he responds as he kisses her stomach. "I don't think I'll ever say no to that question." He doesn't know what will happen to their relationship, but he's pretty damn sure that their sex will always be great.
A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"
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"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
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“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
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He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
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“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
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"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
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Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
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Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
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Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
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"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
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“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
“Are you stroking your cock?”
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With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
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Midge looks down at him with his face covered in her juices and strokes her fingers through his hair.
“I love you too. I would have taken care of that for you, handsome.”
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"I know you would, darling, but worry not - it was on purpose. Experiencing you through every single one of my senses was the idea, and it made my orgasm so much better." He pecks her thigh. "I could get high just from your smell." It's obvious he doesn't mean her perfume.
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On shaky legs, Midge slowly gets off the counter, pausing for a moment to make sure that she has her balance before walking. “Let’s clean up this kitchen and then you can cuddle me in bed,” she says. Midge can’t wait to slip naked between the cool sheets and hold him close to her.
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A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"