“It’s alright.” Midge gives him a soft kiss before getting up.
After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
Jaskier takes off his robe too, but he doesn't feel like moving. Instead, he hangs it from the headboard. He gets comfortable on the pillows and rests his hands on his stomach, his blue eyes following her every move. The mood is tense right now, so he concentrates on not letting his dick get any ideas, but that doesn't mean he can't admire the fantastic view.
"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
"What are you waiting for, then?" Grinning like an idiot, he pulls the top half of her body on so she can lie on top of him. He won't mind if she wants to bring her whole body on top, but he'll let her decide. "First hairy pillow in the world."
She laughs at the hairy pillow comment, but settles in with her whole body on top of his. Their legs intertwine and she feels warm and safe in his arms.
“A perfect pillow, though I can’t kiss you from down here.”
Midge scoots up a little so that her lips are in line with his, then kisses him. It’s slow and sensual, her mouth opening as the kiss continues.
"Sounds like you'll have to wear your heels in bed," he teases.
Jaskier is happy to kiss her back, keeping it just slow as a way to show affection and comfort. That doesn't mean he won't take advantage of that opening mouth, though, to tease her tongue with his.
“Oh, would you like that?” she asks saucily. “If I kept them on while I was fucking you?”
One of her hands brushes his hair back off of his face. Meanwhile, she keeps kissing him while her hand seeks his abdomen and rubs her fingers over the muscles there.
"Oh," he says as he thinks about it. "Now there's an idea."
Hard to keep his cock quiet when she's teasing him like this. It's already waking up and poking against her legs. Jaskier sucks Midge's tongue while his hands reach her arse to squeeze it.
Midge pulls back and gives a faux gasp. “Jaskier! Did you just grab my backside? How forward of you. Why… I even think I can feel your cock against my thigh.”
She kisses him again before murmuring to him. “I’m so scandalized.”
Midge loves hearing his laugh; it’s made all that much sweeter when she’s the cause of the laughter.
“Such perfect courtly manners you have. Perhaps if you woo me with some of your poetry, I might be more open to the idea of your hands wandering all over my body.”
She pushes the sheet covering them down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him.
“Just in case you need inspiration.”
Midge doesn’t really know the first thing about courtly behavior, but that hasn’t stopped her from doodling ‘Miriam Pankratz, Viscountess de Lettenhove’ in a notebook that Jaskier will hopefully never read.
His eyes waste no time admiring the view. "How generous of you, my lady."
While thinking of what to say, Jaskier plays with his necklace to keep his hands busy - he wants to keep the game up, and it's incredibly fucking hard not to touch her.
"Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh, A sweet note kissing, melting at my chest. Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly, The night's own song, our glistening body's quest."
“Hmmm…” Midge stretches as she contemplates that. “I think we should stay right here and you can fuck me slowly and deeply.”
She’s tired after a long day and their previous rounds of sex. Slow lovemaking sounds perfect before drifting off to sleep.
Midge slides her leg up over his hip and draws closer to him. She brings his head to her so that she can kiss his mouth, her fingers running through his hair. “What do you think?”
He's happy to kiss her back, but as soon as the kiss breaks, he flips them over. His hands descend on her breasts to play with them while his mouth has fun dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck, chest, and shoulders. Eventually, he licks his way from her neck down to take one of her tits in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.
The gasp is genuine this time when he flips her onto her back. While his mouth and hands caress her body, Midge basks under the attention.
“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
He hums his approval of the tugging, always enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair. Jaskier lets his hands roam and seek all the spots on her body that make her squirm.
"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
She lets out a shuddering breath as she feels her arousal start to grow. This is one of the things she missed most about being in a relationship — this kind of physical intimacy and closeness with another person.
“I want you to make love to me,” Midge says softly. “I want to feel you so deep and I want you to come inside me.”
"Is that so?" he teases before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
His hands open her legs so he can position his cock against her cunt, just teasing her by rubbing the head against her arousal. She's always so wet for him, it drives him crazy.
"Like that? Or more like--" He slides his throbbing cock inside her, slowly and gently, yet he only does it half way. "-that? Ah, but you did say deep..." His cock finishes entering her, his balls hitting the bottom of her butt. He doesn't move yet, just kisses her to give her a moment.
Jaskier became hard in what seemed like 60 seconds flat. People can say what they want about men over 40, but Jaskier doesn't seem to be having any problems.
Midge eagerly spreads her legs for him. She squirms when he stops halfway inside of her, even though she knows that he's teasing. When he finally puts his whole cock in, she gives a satisfied moan and reaches for him.
"Just like that. Fuck, I love it when you're so deep inside me." Her lips find his again, cradling his face in her hands as they kiss. "I love you."
Jaskier wraps her legs around his waist so he can lower his body as much as possible without crushing her. She wants slow and romantic, and he shall do exactly that. Slow and romantic is pretty fucking good, Midge has excellent taste.
He starts thrusting into her slowly, letting their sweaty bodies slide against each other as well. His hand searches for Midge's to squeeze it and never stops kissing her, only pausing to moan her name, and even then he keeps their lips close.
This feels so intimate and it’s exactly what Midge was looking for. She squeezes his hand back and returns his sweet kisses, moaning softly into his mouth.
Her body rocks in response to his thrusts and her hips rise up to meet his each time.
When Jaskier notices that she's raising her body, he takes a pillow and puts it under he waist to provide support. It's easier for him to thrust into her, too, so he picks up the speed - but just a little. Enough to push romantic into passionate.
The panting and the moaning pick up too, so it's harder to kiss her like this - he buries his nose in her ear so he can tease her by repeating her name and how gorgeous she looks while lost in pleasure.
Jaskier always seems to be thinking about her comfort, something that makes Midge’s heart soar. She lets out a little cry when he starts to move faster and she opens her thighs wider to accommodate his thrusts. Her heels rest on the small of his back.
“Jaskier…” His name is a breathless whisper from her lips. Reaching down between their bodies, she rubs her fingers over her clit. “Getting close…”
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After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
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"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
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“They’re very comfortable, I’ve been told.”
Midge isn’t sure if she has another round in her tonight, but Jaskier might be able to convince her. Otherwise, there’s always tomorrow morning.
“I’d like to sleep on yours too.”
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“A perfect pillow, though I can’t kiss you from down here.”
Midge scoots up a little so that her lips are in line with his, then kisses him. It’s slow and sensual, her mouth opening as the kiss continues.
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Jaskier is happy to kiss her back, keeping it just slow as a way to show affection and comfort. That doesn't mean he won't take advantage of that opening mouth, though, to tease her tongue with his.
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One of her hands brushes his hair back off of his face. Meanwhile, she keeps kissing him while her hand seeks his abdomen and rubs her fingers over the muscles there.
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Hard to keep his cock quiet when she's teasing him like this. It's already waking up and poking against her legs. Jaskier sucks Midge's tongue while his hands reach her arse to squeeze it.
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She kisses him again before murmuring to him. “I’m so scandalized.”
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"My sweet lady, allow me to apologize. It wasn't my intent to sully your virtue. How may I make it up to you?"
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“Such perfect courtly manners you have. Perhaps if you woo me with some of your poetry, I might be more open to the idea of your hands wandering all over my body.”
She pushes the sheet covering them down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him.
“Just in case you need inspiration.”
Midge doesn’t really know the first thing about courtly behavior, but that hasn’t stopped her from doodling ‘Miriam Pankratz, Viscountess de Lettenhove’ in a notebook that Jaskier will hopefully never read.
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While thinking of what to say, Jaskier plays with his necklace to keep his hands busy - he wants to keep the game up, and it's incredibly fucking hard not to touch her.
"Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh,
A sweet note kissing, melting at my chest.
Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly,
The night's own song, our glistening body's quest."
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“Where and how do you wish to touch me, my sweet bard?”
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He wouldn't blame her, honestly.
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She’s tired after a long day and their previous rounds of sex. Slow lovemaking sounds perfect before drifting off to sleep.
Midge slides her leg up over his hip and draws closer to him. She brings his head to her so that she can kiss his mouth, her fingers running through his hair. “What do you think?”
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He's happy to kiss her back, but as soon as the kiss breaks, he flips them over. His hands descend on her breasts to play with them while his mouth has fun dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck, chest, and shoulders. Eventually, he licks his way from her neck down to take one of her tits in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.
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“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
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"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
He likes hearing her express her desires.
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“I want you to make love to me,” Midge says softly. “I want to feel you so deep and I want you to come inside me.”
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His hands open her legs so he can position his cock against her cunt, just teasing her by rubbing the head against her arousal. She's always so wet for him, it drives him crazy.
"Like that? Or more like--" He slides his throbbing cock inside her, slowly and gently, yet he only does it half way. "-that? Ah, but you did say deep..." His cock finishes entering her, his balls hitting the bottom of her butt. He doesn't move yet, just kisses her to give her a moment.
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Midge eagerly spreads her legs for him. She squirms when he stops halfway inside of her, even though she knows that he's teasing. When he finally puts his whole cock in, she gives a satisfied moan and reaches for him.
"Just like that. Fuck, I love it when you're so deep inside me." Her lips find his again, cradling his face in her hands as they kiss. "I love you."
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Jaskier wraps her legs around his waist so he can lower his body as much as possible without crushing her. She wants slow and romantic, and he shall do exactly that. Slow and romantic is pretty fucking good, Midge has excellent taste.
He starts thrusting into her slowly, letting their sweaty bodies slide against each other as well. His hand searches for Midge's to squeeze it and never stops kissing her, only pausing to moan her name, and even then he keeps their lips close.
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Her body rocks in response to his thrusts and her hips rise up to meet his each time.
“Feels so good…”
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The panting and the moaning pick up too, so it's harder to kiss her like this - he buries his nose in her ear so he can tease her by repeating her name and how gorgeous she looks while lost in pleasure.
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“Jaskier…” His name is a breathless whisper from her lips. Reaching down between their bodies, she rubs her fingers over her clit. “Getting close…”
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