Midge breathes a little sigh of relief. She should have known that he wouldn’t mind giving her what she wants or would think it to be selfish.
The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
Jaskier hums, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his chest, but that's interrupted by a chuckle when she mentions his chest.
"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
She did. Midge sits up, grinning at his playfulness. She inhales his scent from the shirt tossed at her, then puts it aside. It’s not one of his frilly bard shirts, so she’s not going to put it on. Jaskier will mostly likely find himself one frilly shirt short after Midge leaves tomorrow morning.
Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
Noticing her eyes devouring him, Jaskier grins and poses for her, basking in all the attention. It's also... peculiar, the way she praises him. He's used to being called pretty and handsome, but she puts her attention on things that warrior bodies get, like powerful. He doesn't dislike it, it's just... new. It does feel nice.
He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
The fact that Jaskier stands next to Geralt all the time probably doesn’t do a lot to show people how nice his body is. But next to Joel or Benjamin? Jaskier is ripped. He’s pretty and handsome, but he’s also strong. Maybe because he has some effeminate mannerisms, he’s not used to being complimented on his muscles. Midge thinks he can be both delicate and strong. She loves the combination.
“Such a gentleman,” Midge replies as she sits down on his lap, facing him for now. Her hands run all over his chest and abs before moving up to his pecs and arms. “It seems that I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
Because of their plans, he doesn't expect Midge to sit facing him; he's sure as hell not complaining, though. His first instinct always is to put his hands on her waist or thighs, but then she starts touching him and he decides to keep leaning back so she can have fun (and because he loves it, obviously).
"I wouldn't want them anywhere else," he replies with a grin, his whole body shivering when she sits on top of his dick. "I love the feeling of your manicured nails scraping my skin."
Midge gently scrapes her nails over his chest while she kisses his jaw and neck. After a few minutes, her lips move to his mouth to give him a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you,” she breathes when the kiss breaks.
Midge gets off of his lap and turns around, letting Jaskier admire her ass for a moment before sitting down on top of him again. She tries to be mindful of his cock. Even if he isn’t hard, she knows he’s still sensitive.
Her legs spread open, moving around either side of his. Midge gives a soft gasp when she looks up and sees them in the mirror, her legs splayed open so that she can see everything between them.
He hums in delight as he throws his head back, giving Midge more room to do anything she wants to his neck. Considering how possessive she is, he's surprised she hasn't left any hickeys so far. When she kisses him, Jaskier finally sits up and drops his hands on her waist as he kisses back, searching for her tongue to suck on it.
"I love you too, dear."
As soon as she sits on him, Jaskier wraps his arms around her waist and drops kisses on her shoulder.
"Look at you, such a thing of beauty... opening your legs for me like the naughty girl you are." A hand reaches between her thighs and rubs her mound, letting his middle finger apply some light pressure between her folds. Just a tease for now. He nibbles her ear before speaking again in a low tone. "Just begging to be fucked. But not yet, now is it? What comes first? Remind me, love."
Midge will never be as casual in relationships as Jaskier is. Maybe it’s because of Joel cheating on her, or maybe she’s just used to having to stake her claim. Despite this, she doesn’t feel the need to mark him as hers. He seems very willing to keep coming back to her.
She watches his fingers in the mirror as they touch her folds and she can feel her heart start to race at the sight. Her pulse pounds in her cunt.
“Get your fingers nice and wet so that you can put them inside me,” she says. “Keep talking to me just like that…”
The sound of his voice, of dirty words whispered in her ear, turns her on tremendously.
"Nice and wet, huh? That's just describing yourself."
Two fingers press between her folds now, rubbing her properly. They tease her clit and her cunt, just a little bit, but mostly they slide up and down, gathering her slick and building her arousal. Jaskier kisses her shoulders and neck more before returning to her ear.
"Always so eager and ready for me. It's maddening. How am I supposed to resist the allure of this siren? How am I supposed to let you go in the morning when I just want to be buried in you all week long, filling you up with my seed over and over?"
Midge’s eyes are locked on his hand in the mirror, watching the way that he strokes through her folds and gathers her wetness on his fingers. One of her hands reaches up to tangle in his hair while the other rests on top of his hand at her waist.
“You would keep me here? A prisoner to all your desires? I would be as eager as I always am, eager for you to fuck me. Eager to feel you orgasm and to have your cum inside me.”
"A prisoner?" He makes a very exaggerated snort just for the dramatics. "Hard to call it that when you stay with me willingly, dear."
His free hand raises to play with her tit, squeezing it and tasing the nipple. His cock is slowly awakening under her, aroused by the incredibly erotic sight in the mirror. Once Midge is wet enough, Jaskier gently inserts his first finger, thrusting slowly for now.
"You always come back for more. You know nobody will treat you like I do. You need to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be debauched."
Midge leans her head back on Jaskier’s shoulder. She hums in pleasure when she feels his finger slide in.
“I do,” she confirms. “I think you have me under some kind of spell, one where I crave your cock all the time.”
Even though she’s trying to patient, trying to make this a big orgasm, Midge still squirms against him. It’s hard to sit still with his hardening cock pressed against her ass and his finger pushing inside of her.
"I don't need a spell to make you beg. Impatient, aren't we?"
Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
That mewling sound is the most erotic music, and Jaskier can't help but thrust into her, the tip of his cock already dripping precum.
"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
"Squirming with impatience, yet begging me to slow down. What a delicious contradiction."
His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
"Whenever I want it? I can't actually keep you in my room all week long, can I? You have to go back to your family."
His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
She gives a little grunt of frustration, a noise that he will no doubt find adorable.
“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”
The trembling legs are enough of a signal, but Midge begs on top of it, and there's no way Jaskier can say no. The treatment from before returns: his free hand pinches her nipple, his fingers go as deep as possible to enthusiastically rub her spot, and his thumb finally takes proper care of her clit.
"Yes, you have. You've been very good, naughty girl," he replies in between kisses to her neck. "Look at my fingers on your cunt and come for me."
It’s a good thing there’s an enchantment on Jaskier’s room. The sounds that Midge makes would easily be heard throughout the whole house. Her body stiffens before she lets out a wail of pleasure. She trembles as the orgasm rushes through her, her head thrown back on his shoulder. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through her until she feels like she can’t take it anymore. As it subsides, Midge slumps against him, panting and completely spent.
"Yes, good, sing for me, dear siren." Jaskier's fingers never stop moving, helping her ride the orgasm to the very end. His own body tingles as well, delighted by the music she's making. His eyes never leave the mirror, and he truly wishes this could be captured in a painting because she's a masterpiece. "Give your body up to pure elation. And look at that elation in the mirror, watch it destroy every fine fabric and bright makeup to only leave you."
Once she collapses, Jaskier craddles her on his lap and nuzzles her hair, humming while giving her time to recover.
Midge curls up against him, her head tucked under his neck as she enjoys the sensation of his arms around her. There’s nothing better than being held after a really good orgasm.
“I love you,” she murmurs, putting a hand on his chest and stroking him gently with her fingertips. “You… make me feel…”
Her brain is still rebooting, Jaskier. She’s going to need a minute before she can formulate a clear thought.
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The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
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"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
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Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
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He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
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“Such a gentleman,” Midge replies as she sits down on his lap, facing him for now. Her hands run all over his chest and abs before moving up to his pecs and arms. “It seems that I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
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"I wouldn't want them anywhere else," he replies with a grin, his whole body shivering when she sits on top of his dick. "I love the feeling of your manicured nails scraping my skin."
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Midge gently scrapes her nails over his chest while she kisses his jaw and neck. After a few minutes, her lips move to his mouth to give him a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you,” she breathes when the kiss breaks.
Midge gets off of his lap and turns around, letting Jaskier admire her ass for a moment before sitting down on top of him again. She tries to be mindful of his cock. Even if he isn’t hard, she knows he’s still sensitive.
Her legs spread open, moving around either side of his. Midge gives a soft gasp when she looks up and sees them in the mirror, her legs splayed open so that she can see everything between them.
“Fuck…”
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He hums in delight as he throws his head back, giving Midge more room to do anything she wants to his neck. Considering how possessive she is, he's surprised she hasn't left any hickeys so far. When she kisses him, Jaskier finally sits up and drops his hands on her waist as he kisses back, searching for her tongue to suck on it.
"I love you too, dear."
As soon as she sits on him, Jaskier wraps his arms around her waist and drops kisses on her shoulder.
"Look at you, such a thing of beauty... opening your legs for me like the naughty girl you are." A hand reaches between her thighs and rubs her mound, letting his middle finger apply some light pressure between her folds. Just a tease for now. He nibbles her ear before speaking again in a low tone. "Just begging to be fucked. But not yet, now is it? What comes first? Remind me, love."
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She watches his fingers in the mirror as they touch her folds and she can feel her heart start to race at the sight. Her pulse pounds in her cunt.
“Get your fingers nice and wet so that you can put them inside me,” she says. “Keep talking to me just like that…”
The sound of his voice, of dirty words whispered in her ear, turns her on tremendously.
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Two fingers press between her folds now, rubbing her properly. They tease her clit and her cunt, just a little bit, but mostly they slide up and down, gathering her slick and building her arousal. Jaskier kisses her shoulders and neck more before returning to her ear.
"Always so eager and ready for me. It's maddening. How am I supposed to resist the allure of this siren? How am I supposed to let you go in the morning when I just want to be buried in you all week long, filling you up with my seed over and over?"
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“You would keep me here? A prisoner to all your desires? I would be as eager as I always am, eager for you to fuck me. Eager to feel you orgasm and to have your cum inside me.”
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His free hand raises to play with her tit, squeezing it and tasing the nipple. His cock is slowly awakening under her, aroused by the incredibly erotic sight in the mirror. Once Midge is wet enough, Jaskier gently inserts his first finger, thrusting slowly for now.
"You always come back for more. You know nobody will treat you like I do. You need to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be debauched."
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“I do,” she confirms. “I think you have me under some kind of spell, one where I crave your cock all the time.”
Even though she’s trying to patient, trying to make this a big orgasm, Midge still squirms against him. It’s hard to sit still with his hardening cock pressed against her ass and his finger pushing inside of her.
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Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
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Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
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"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
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“Feels so good…” she gasps. “Tease me… not ready…”
Midge doesn’t want this to be over yet. Hopefully he’s not feeling so desperate to be inside her that he doesn’t mind prolonging her pleasure a bit.
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His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
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He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
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His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
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“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”
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The trembling legs are enough of a signal, but Midge begs on top of it, and there's no way Jaskier can say no. The treatment from before returns: his free hand pinches her nipple, his fingers go as deep as possible to enthusiastically rub her spot, and his thumb finally takes proper care of her clit.
"Yes, you have. You've been very good, naughty girl," he replies in between kisses to her neck. "Look at my fingers on your cunt and come for me."
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Once she collapses, Jaskier craddles her on his lap and nuzzles her hair, humming while giving her time to recover.
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“I love you,” she murmurs, putting a hand on his chest and stroking him gently with her fingertips. “You… make me feel…”
Her brain is still rebooting, Jaskier. She’s going to need a minute before she can formulate a clear thought.
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Sorry about this Jask
oh Midge ;;
So emotional
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