"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…”
Oh, how he loves every little sound she makes. He could listen to her for hours, compose tunes on his guitar to match her voice. When she says she's close, he actually slows down and kisses her cheek.
"Would you wait just a little longer for me? So we can come together?" It's always so hard to pull that off; he'd like to at least try it once. "Wouldn't you like to come with my seed filling you?"
He chuckles at her question, a sound that comes out kinda funny because of all the panting.
"Not in so much detail. I was mainly picturing me crawling under your skirt." And he got to do exactly that. He drops more kisses on her face and chest, his thrusts never stopping. "Did you think about this when you asked around at The Wolford?"
Midge squeals when he touches her, then concentrates on the pleasure, closing her eyes so that she can feel it course through her body, rising steadily.
She gasps as her body stiffens, then arches her back as she falls over the edge and ecstasy washes over her. Midge opens her eyes so that she can watch Jaskier join her.
As soon as Midge stiffens, Jaskier lets go as well, thrusting one last time to bury himself in her and fill her up with his cum. He moans loudly in her ear, letting wave after wave of ecstasy hit every nerve and bone in his body. And feeling her come around him, with the song of her orgasm caressing his ears, makes it even better - it's pure, absolute bliss.
He collapses on top of her when he's done, panting and still floaty, but with a big smile on his face.
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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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"Would you wait just a little longer for me? So we can come together?" It's always so hard to pull that off; he'd like to at least try it once. "Wouldn't you like to come with my seed filling you?"
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Midge lies back for now, enjoying his deep thrusts, her breasts bouncing each time.
“Did you think about this the first time you saw me?” she asks. “How it would feel to be on top of me and inside me?”
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"Not in so much detail. I was mainly picturing me crawling under your skirt." And he got to do exactly that. He drops more kisses on her face and chest, his thrusts never stopping. "Did you think about this when you asked around at The Wolford?"
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"I imagined it," she pants, "especially after I heard so many comments about your stamina..."
It's getting harder to speak, the longer he goes. Midge digs her fingers in his hair.
"Almost there? Should I start rubbing my clit again?"
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Her question just gets a nod from him, but it's his hand that reaches her clit first, and his thrusts speed up, desperately chasing that climax.
"Come with me, darling..."
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She gasps as her body stiffens, then arches her back as she falls over the edge and ecstasy washes over her. Midge opens her eyes so that she can watch Jaskier join her.
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He collapses on top of her when he's done, panting and still floaty, but with a big smile on his face.
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