"Throbbing," he replies without hesitation, thrusting his hips against her ass and whimpering a little. "Are you saying that you're ready to go again?"
Because he isn't sure how much longer he can wait.
The sight of her between his legs will always be amazing. He grabs a pillow from his comfy pile and throws it on the ground so she can use it for her knees, but before he can say anything else, she's already teasing him. Jaskier throws his head back and moans loudly.
He does care about her comfort, but the main reason this has become a reflex for him is that he's sucked enough dick in his life to remember what happens to your poor knees.
Jaskier whimpers again when she calls him a good boy and he buries his fingers in her hair, scratching a little but fighting the urge to push. Soon, his moans are echoing in the room, Midge's name interjected between moans. Her mouth is lovely, and she's slowly lighting his whole body on fire.
His reactions whenever she does this are always top notch. Midge wishes she could move outside of her body in order to watch him better.
With her free hand, she reaches down to stroke and play with his asshole, knowing how much he loves it. After taking his cock in deep and holding it for a second, Midge slides him out so that she can breathe. Her tongue moves up the underside of his cock.
“I love this very troublesome cock,” she tells him. “I love pleasing you like this.”
Her big blue eyes meet his as Midge takes him into her mouth again.
"Fuck yessss," he cries out when she touches his asshole, his whole back arching at the contact. Her tongue doesn't give him time to breathe and his hand accidentally pulls her hair as his whole body boils in pleasure.
Thankfully, she pulls away before he loses control. Jaskier is panting but still manages to smile at her, blue meeting blue.
"And you look so fucking beautiful while doing it," he responds before loud moans retake control of his throat, leaving him with only her name on his lips.
Midge doesn’t mind him pulling her hair. It wasn’t hard and it didn’t hurt much. She can’t blame him for getting carried away in the heat of the moment.
She winks at him, then starts to suck his cock in earnest, pumping him in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, her fingertip presses into his asshole. Her aim is clearly to get him off at this point.
Jaskier falls back on the bed when her finger presses in, the sensation wonderful on its own but made better by how Midge is daring to do with him. His legs tremble in the air as his loudest moan yet fills the room.
"Almost there... please, love..." As his heels dig into the side of the bed, he can't stop his body from thrusting into her mouth, not realizing that he's doing it. "Just a -ah, ah- a little more..."
The thrusting into her mouth surprises her and her pace falters for just a second. Midge pulls back a little and is able to compensate for it. Regaining her original pace, she doesn’t stop, despite his flailing. How she wishes she could watch him.
When it seems like he’s going to come, Midge pushes his cock into her mouth and holds him there, wanting him to finish in the back of her throat.
Impossible to last any longer when she takes him back like that. Jaskier cries out as he comes in her mouth, his back arching and his legs shaking. The orgasm explodes in his mind like fireworks and his whole body becomes nothing but floating sensations of the most amazing pleasure.
He then collapses on the bed, arms and legs spread like a starfish, panting with a geedy smile on his face.
He came just as hard as she did. Midge swallows his seed as it spills in her mouth. When he finishes, Midge carefully gets up off the floor and sits down on the edge of the bed next to Jaskier. Reaching over, she pats his knee, a sly smile on her face.
She snorts at that. “And yet I don’t think you would have the same goal in doing that as my kids did.” Midge kisses him again. “I love you. I love being able to please you like that.”
Stretching, she reaches her arms up above her head. “Do you think I might be able to go downstairs and get a drink of water? Do you have a robe?”
Going downstairs in lingerie and no panties might cause a bit of a stir.
He chuckles before kissing her back. "I love you, too, darling. And I'm very proud of your fingers."
Jaskier nods as he sits up, stretching as well and already looking forward to seeing Midge in his clothes. "In my closet. But there's a bathroom on this floor if you don't mind the tap."
I wanted to have her run into Yen or Geralt lol. She still can.
“Oh you are?” She raises an eyebrow at him deviously. “I’m so glad that I made you feel good, my love.” That’s the most important thing to her.
Getting up, she walks to Jaskier’s closet and looks inside. “Oooh, so many cute shirts in here for me to steal. I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting changed earlier.”
Midge grins at him, not a bit ashamed. “Our love is so passionate that it cannot by contained by the typical senses. It must be smelled as well. I’m just here to get some water.”
She edges past Geralt and gets two cups to fill with water. Midge happens to get a look at herself in the mirror: her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Not thoroughly fucked yet, but on the way to it.
Geralt sighs. The lack of shame, the sassiness. It's all very familiar.
"You're turning into him," he says. Or maybe she always was and that's why they get along. Who the fuck knows. "I'll be in my fucking grave and still smell his cum." He shakes his head. "Good night."
“Oh, just be happy for him,” Midge says as she fills the glasses of water. His friends don’t seem terribly happy for him. Maybe they think this is just a temporary thing. That thought is kind of depressing.
Water in hand, she follows Geralt into the hallway. “Good night.”
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Reaching her arms above her head, Midge stretches and leans back a little.
“How’s your cock, my love?”
From what she can see? Hard.
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Because he isn't sure how much longer he can wait.
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“How about this…?”
She eases herself off of his lap and gets down on her knees on the floor between his legs.
“I make you come with my mouth, then we take a little break, and then you fuck me from behind, when we’re both fully recovered.”
She can practically see him throbbing as she wraps her fingers around his erection. Her tongue flicks over the head, licking up a bead of precum.
“Sound good?”
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The sight of her between his legs will always be amazing. He grabs a pillow from his comfy pile and throws it on the ground so she can use it for her knees, but before he can say anything else, she's already teasing him. Jaskier throws his head back and moans loudly.
"Yesyesyes, please..."
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“Mmm, you’re such a good boy.” Midge winks at him, then gets back to work.
After sucking on the head of his cock for a moment, she starts to pump it in and out of her mouth, going slow enough to take a bit more each time.
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Jaskier whimpers again when she calls him a good boy and he buries his fingers in her hair, scratching a little but fighting the urge to push. Soon, his moans are echoing in the room, Midge's name interjected between moans. Her mouth is lovely, and she's slowly lighting his whole body on fire.
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With her free hand, she reaches down to stroke and play with his asshole, knowing how much he loves it. After taking his cock in deep and holding it for a second, Midge slides him out so that she can breathe. Her tongue moves up the underside of his cock.
“I love this very troublesome cock,” she tells him. “I love pleasing you like this.”
Her big blue eyes meet his as Midge takes him into her mouth again.
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Thankfully, she pulls away before he loses control. Jaskier is panting but still manages to smile at her, blue meeting blue.
"And you look so fucking beautiful while doing it," he responds before loud moans retake control of his throat, leaving him with only her name on his lips.
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She winks at him, then starts to suck his cock in earnest, pumping him in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, her fingertip presses into his asshole. Her aim is clearly to get him off at this point.
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"Almost there... please, love..." As his heels dig into the side of the bed, he can't stop his body from thrusting into her mouth, not realizing that he's doing it. "Just a -ah, ah- a little more..."
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When it seems like he’s going to come, Midge pushes his cock into her mouth and holds him there, wanting him to finish in the back of her throat.
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He then collapses on the bed, arms and legs spread like a starfish, panting with a geedy smile on his face.
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“Well, that’s one way to get you to shut up.”
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"So what, having my face full of your cunt doesn't count?"
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“True. That’s a very good way as well.” Midge brushes Jaskier’s hair back off of his face. “Just have to keep your mouth occupied.”
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"I will go to sleep with my mouth around your nipple. Just like a baby."
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Stretching, she reaches her arms up above her head. “Do you think I might be able to go downstairs and get a drink of water? Do you have a robe?”
Going downstairs in lingerie and no panties might cause a bit of a stir.
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Jaskier nods as he sits up, stretching as well and already looking forward to seeing Midge in his clothes. "In my closet. But there's a bathroom on this floor if you don't mind the tap."
I wanted to have her run into Yen or Geralt lol. She still can.
Getting up, she walks to Jaskier’s closet and looks inside. “Oooh, so many cute shirts in here for me to steal. I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting changed earlier.”
oh yes no worries, I got it
"I'm afraid that you'll abuse your new magical suitcase and I'll be missing my entire wardrobe in the morning."
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“I guess then you’ll be forced to be naked. What a pity.” Leaning down, Midge gives him a light peck on the lips. “Be right back.”
She leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and walks down the hallway, smiling to herself a humming a little tune.
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"Humming won't cover the smell," he tells her. It's only half a joke.
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She edges past Geralt and gets two cups to fill with water. Midge happens to get a look at herself in the mirror: her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Not thoroughly fucked yet, but on the way to it.
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"You're turning into him," he says. Or maybe she always was and that's why they get along. Who the fuck knows. "I'll be in my fucking grave and still smell his cum." He shakes his head. "Good night."
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“Oh, just be happy for him,” Midge says as she fills the glasses of water. His friends don’t seem terribly happy for him. Maybe they think this is just a temporary thing. That thought is kind of depressing.
Water in hand, she follows Geralt into the hallway. “Good night.”
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