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.”
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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.”