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.
It's an incredible sensation to come at the same time as him. Midge feels like she's milking him of his seed, something that only prolongs her orgasm. She feels weightless when she finally comes down, her fingers brushing through Jaskier's damp hair.
"I love the sound of you orgasming," she tells him breathlessly. "I love the way it feels, too. My sweet, handsome bard." Midge rubs her nose against his, then gives him a gentle kiss.
"You make the sweetest music when you come, dear," he replies as he rubs her nose back. "And now we got to harmonize."
It's a lazy but still cute kiss. Jaskier enjoys a few minutes of afterglow, lazy kisses shared with bumping noses, before he finally moves. He pulls out with a hiss and lands next to her on the bed, but he immediately pulls her close for cuddling.
"That's it, I'm keeping you in my bed for the whole month. I'll inform Susie in the morning."
Her heart feels like it's going to fly out of her chest. As much as she hates to have him pull out of her, she's glad to cuddle up next to him, half lying on his chest.
A small smile crosses her face at that statement. "I'd say she wouldn't care as long as you still paid her for the gigs that I would miss, but she genuinely wants me to perform."
"Fuck, I genuinely want you to perform, too." He shakes his head, pretending he's truly devastated by her answer. He also fixes the sheets so they're covered again before he closes his arms around her. Warm and comfy. "Mayhaps I could drop you at every gig and fuck you in every dressing room."
Very warm and comfy. She snuggles up next to him, and then he has to go and say that. The idea of fucking in her dressing room is such a huge turn on for her.
"Fuck," she swears under her breath. "What about the places that don't have dressing rooms?"
He grins, delighted by her reaction. Fucking in a dressing room is something they've been talking about since the beginning, and they need to take care of it.
"We'll find a dark spot. Every club has one! And if they don't, the bathroom is always an option."
"Ohohoho~ That does sound delightful. Count me in, dear." He pauses when something hits him, and he tilts his head at her. "You'd be fine with me going to The Wolford and saying hello to everyone?"
Considering, you know, the number of people from the staff he fucked.
“I knew what you meant.” Midge looks up at him. “I think I’m okay, as long as they know that you aren’t single anymore.”
It depends on how flirtatious he gets. That has the potential to upset her if she knows that he has a past with the person. Midge is trying not to be too possessive of him. She supposes this will be a test.
If she gets upset, it might end their sexy evening before it even starts.
“I have dressing rooms at a few other clubs too, though I’m not at them as often as I’m at The Wolford.”
A nod. "I'll make sure to get on my knees and declare my love for you in front of the coffee maker."
He's just kidding - he understands what she meant and he plans to respect it. He kisses the top of her head.
"That's alright, the Wolford works. I was planning to pick you up 'from work' sooner or later, for dinner and a quickie. There are plenty of dates in the future, right?" They're supposed to see each other more now that they're in a relationship - and he wants his orgasm quota filled. "So it's good that we discuss it now."
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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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"I love the sound of you orgasming," she tells him breathlessly. "I love the way it feels, too. My sweet, handsome bard." Midge rubs her nose against his, then gives him a gentle kiss.
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It's a lazy but still cute kiss. Jaskier enjoys a few minutes of afterglow, lazy kisses shared with bumping noses, before he finally moves. He pulls out with a hiss and lands next to her on the bed, but he immediately pulls her close for cuddling.
"That's it, I'm keeping you in my bed for the whole month. I'll inform Susie in the morning."
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A small smile crosses her face at that statement. "I'd say she wouldn't care as long as you still paid her for the gigs that I would miss, but she genuinely wants me to perform."
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"Fuck," she swears under her breath. "What about the places that don't have dressing rooms?"
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"We'll find a dark spot. Every club has one! And if they don't, the bathroom is always an option."
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Then she has another idea.
“I have a dressing room at The Wolford. What if you stayed in there and we fucked between each of my sets?”
A shiver goes through her body at the thought of him making her come right before she has to go back onstage.
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Considering, you know, the number of people from the staff he fucked.
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“I… think so? I suppose they wouldn’t know that you were there just to have sex with me in my dressing room.”
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It depends on how flirtatious he gets. That has the potential to upset her if she knows that he has a past with the person. Midge is trying not to be too possessive of him. She supposes this will be a test.
If she gets upset, it might end their sexy evening before it even starts.
“I have dressing rooms at a few other clubs too, though I’m not at them as often as I’m at The Wolford.”
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He's just kidding - he understands what she meant and he plans to respect it. He kisses the top of her head.
"That's alright, the Wolford works. I was planning to pick you up 'from work' sooner or later, for dinner and a quickie. There are plenty of dates in the future, right?" They're supposed to see each other more now that they're in a relationship - and he wants his orgasm quota filled. "So it's good that we discuss it now."