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“It’s a side only you will get to see,” she murmurs to him. Even if their relationship is casual, Midge doesn’t expect that she’ll be sleeping with any other men. Jaskier will reap all the benefits of her losing all sense of propriety.

She moans softly when his cock slides through her folds. “Yes. Would you rather lie down or sit just like this?” Both positions have appealing aspects to them. Midge kisses his exposed neck, not realizing that the striations that she’s looking at are stretch marks.

That admission gets another mumbled fuck from him, this one a mix of arousal and frustration. A little voice in his head reminds him that they really need to have that conversation, but it's easily ignored because all his blood is traveling south.

He hums his appreciation for the kisses while his hand reaches behind him, patting the mattress to find the condom box. Thankfully, it didn't fall too far, but he doesn't do anything with it yet. Midge has taken control of the situation, and Jaskier likes it. He wants more.

"Both very tempting options." He lowers his voice like before, since she clearly likes it. "I'm in your hands, my witty lady. Show me this side of yours - let it out. It's earned some fun."

“Let’s stay like this,” she says. “Then I can have you close to me.”

Midge gets up on her knees and guides his head to her chest, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts. With a sigh, she runs her fingers through his hair. There’s something so luxurious about doing this in the middle of the afternoon when other people are working or running errands. Time has seemed to stop for her since they entered her bedroom.

Before he can respond, she's pushing his head right into her breasts, and Jaskier isn't complaining. Gotta love a woman that gets what she wants. There's no hesitation in his reaction; his mouth immediately opens and gets down to work, his hands soon joining to help. He kisses, sucks, and squeezes rather enthusiastically, making lots of colorful noises to prove how much he enjoys it - and because the noises make it dirtier.

Realizing that this area is also usually covered, Jaskier nibbles and licks her inner breast, making a new hickey canvas to match her thighs.

Midge moans softly in response to his attention, her fingers sifting through his hair. “That feels so good…”

She giggles when she realizes what he’s doing. “Adding to your other artwork?” she asks. Midge doesn’t mind the marks, as long as they aren’t done in place where she might have to explain them.

Gently, she rocks her hips back and forth, pushing his hardening cock through her wet folds. That alone is a wonderful sensation, but it makes her yearn for more. She’ll have it soon enough.

“What did you touch earlier?” she asks. “Inside me… something that made my orgasm so intense.”

The compliment makes him smile against her skin, and her question gets a little nod out of him. But he never stops worshipping her chest, feasting like a famished man. This act alone is already helping him reach a full erection, but Midge's rocking is what gets him groaning. His hands get a little clumsier as they play with her nipples, his body already melting under her attention.

It's her next question that makes him freeze. He pulls back with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, and he has to stop his brain from opening his mouth with the worst comment for the occassion (this is why I fucked married women).

"...you've never touched it before? Not even with your own fingers?" He wraps an arm around her and lets his hand reach her entrance from behind, circling it with a calloused fingertip to gather her wetness before going in. "Nobody has taken good care of you, dear. I'll have to fix that. Thoroughly." His finger curls, searching for that spot again. "Most women have a sensitive spot inside them that can be stimulated for a better orgasm. Men do too, in fact, just at a different entrance."

“No— oh!” Jaskier’s fingers are inside of her quickly, due to how wet she is. They’ve gotten comfortable with each other rather quickly, haven’t they? He searches for just a few seconds until he finds what he’s looking for. Midge lets out a little yelp when his fingers brush that sensitive place, her own fingers tightening in his hair.

“I didn’t know it was there,” she says breathlessly. A lot of women don’t even know their clitoris is there, let alone men.” And men have it as well?

Jaskier gets comfortable around people rather quickly; he isn't exactly known for respecting others' personal space. And if a person has given him permission to touch? All bets are off, especially with lovers. His fingers have already been inside of her; he sees no reason to hold back for round three - unless she asks him to.

Judging by the hands pulling his hair, he doesn't think she will, which just feeds into his bad habits.

"Indeed we do. And you're welcome to play with mine any time you want." He winks before taking his fingers out. Her breasts bounced on his face when she yelped, and that has reminded him that he's supposed to be letting her take control. He can't help it - if he sees a needy woman, his first instinct is to please her. His fingers are quickly licked clean before he tilts his head. "If you have more questions, I'd love nothing more than to answer them - and mayhaps demonstrate. The reins are in your hands - express your wishes, my lady."

She thinks for a moment about how that might be accomplished on a man. Jaskier will probably have to show her. In fact, it seems like there’s a lot he’s going to have to show her. Midge always thought she was rather experienced and open-minded. Her knowledge is nothing compared to his.

Coming back to reality for just a second, she sneaks a look at the clock. They still have some time. Then she looks at the erection straining against his thigh. Jaskier’s already shown that he can be patient even when he’s aroused and waiting. He’s letting her decide what they do.

“Would you show me?” she asks somewhat shyly. “Maybe if I sit like this…?” Midge turns around in his lap so that her back is to his chest. “Show me how to find that place inside me and then I’ll ride that beautiful cock of yours.”

He gasps when Midge turn around and sits with that lovely ass of hers right on top of his erection. There's no stopping another light thrust from his hips or the grin that appears on his face when she makes her request.

"It'd be my honor."

His hands don't get down to business immediately, though. They fall on Midge's shoulders and start going down slowly, teasing every inch of skin they touch on their way. Jaskier drops a kiss on her neck before his mouth returns to her ear, since she likes it so much there.

"How well do you know your own body, darling? So many people have been taught to be ashamed of exploring." He grabs her hand and gently guides her finger to her very wet entrance, then by holding her wrist he makes it thrust a few times, very slowly for now just for the sake of build-up. "I want you to promise me that one day, you'll fill up the bathtub, play some relaxing music, and let your hands be your own lover. Don't leave part of yourself untouched."

His hand then cups hers as his finger joins Midge's inside, guiding it to the magical spot and showing it how to curl just right.

Midge sighs happily at the feeling of his fingers on her soft skin. A soft moan leaves her mouth when he starts to thrust her own hand inside of her.

“You’d think that women who’ve given birth are very familiar with that particular part of their body, but they’ve been taught it’s dirty to touch.” Midge isn’t that repressed, at least. “I know about my clitoris… I’ve had to show men.” Most men are absolutely clueless when it comes to a woman’s body, and then there’s Jaskier showing her things. “I promise.”

Her eyes are riveted to their hands between her legs. There’s something incredibly erotic about having both of their fingers inside her at the same time. Midge spreads her thighs more so that she can push her finger in deeper and be guided to that spot. When she finds it, she inhales sharply, resting her head back on Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Right there…” Midge rubs the spot in circles, starting slowly for now.

Another reason why I'm not friends with religion, he wants to say regarding the whole 'dirty to touch' deal. But this isn't the best of times for such a topic - he likes having a boner right now, and he isn't about to kill it.

"I'm not surprised. But to be fair - I wasn't so different. I had to learn too. That's what university is for, now isn't it?" And when a bunch of teenagers are living together away from their parents, well. Things happen.

Jaskier is grateful for Midge throwing her head over his shoulder because it makes it easier to admire the view. Masturbating makes her look absolutely stunning, and Jaskier wishes they could do the mirror thing now, but- baby steps. He's about to say something but Midge opening her legs and leaning back is capturing his very hard dick between them, so he needs a moment to inhale as well.

"Yes, that's it," he whispers in her ear while his free hand reaches for her breast. "Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous." His finger comes out but only to add a second of hers, showing her how moving them like scissors will do wonders. "Understand the touch of your hand. Be the mistress of your pleasure."

It feels like she has to reach deep inside to be able to touch that spot, but Jaskier’s guidance helps. Her toes curl into the bed sheets, wanting some sort of purchase even though Jaskier is a solid wall behind her.

Scissoring her fingers heightens her pleasure and she gasps before moaning openly. Midge’s other hand moves down between her legs in order to stroke her swollen clit in tandem. The sensation is unlike anything she’s felt before, like her whole body is alive with pleasure. Her thighs start to tremble and her back arches as she gets closer and closer to another powerful orgasm.

“Jaskier!”

Whenever she moves, Jaskier's aching cock gets teased in the most maddenning yet delicious way. He rubs it against her every chance he gets, but he's more concentrated on guiding her. Every sound of hers is a brand new song that he wants to commit to memory, especially when she says his name just like that. Perfect.

It seems she's gotten the hang of it, so Jaskier removes his hand and joins the other one on her breasts, massaging and pinching in a rhythm that matches hers.

"Such a fast learner. I'm so proud of you." He drops kisses all over her neck and face. "Can you be a good girl and finish yourself for me?"

“Yes… yes…”

Does Jaskier know that she enjoys being praised? Maybe Yennefer isn’t the only one that’s a witch. He certainly seems to have bewitched Midge in under 24 hours.

Her hips buck against her hands. Between her own hands and Jaskier’s hands teasing her nipples, it feels like her entire body is about to explode with pleasure. Midge stiffens and then tips over the edge, her orgasm bursting inside of her. It’s possibly the most intense orgasm she’s ever had; she feels like she’s swimming in a sea of pure ecstasy. Sounds come out of her mouth, but they’re more noises than words.

When she finishes, she slumps back against him, panting, speechless and boneless.

Jaskier never stops touching her, whispering encouragement and compliments in her ear as he guides her through it. To be responsible for Midge's "firsts" is incredibly erotic in itself, and he hopes he can bring her many more "firsts" in the future.

After she collapses, Jaskier gently cradles her in his arms and makes her sit across his lap for some cuddling. All the brushing and bumping against his cock has him biting his lips, and he has to stop himself from just fucking her thighs.

After a kiss to the top of her head, he recites. "In this euphoria, senses entwine, / A universe of pleasure, divine. / Body and soul in passion's embrace, / A fleeting moment, love's sweet grace."

Midge is grateful for the cuddling after such a strong orgasm, and she buries her face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck. She’s very aware of his prominent erection and will be glad to take care of him, but first she needs a moment or two.

After he recites those verses, Midge hums against his skin. “I need to introduce you to Shakespeare,” she murmurs.

He can't help but chuckle at her comment.

"Now that name I recognize. It's the first one everyone mentions when I explain I'm a bard. I've been going through his work." He rubs Midge's back while he talks, glad to have Literature as a topic to distract him from how needy he feels right now. "But I'd love to get more recommendations for you. I think you can learn a lot about a person through the stories they like."

She leans back just a little so that she can look at him. It’s clear that the two of them have a fondness for each other and a connection that goes beyond the physical. Midge hopes that they will be friends, at least.

“I studied Russian Literature in college. Not sure if you’d like those stories; they’re rarely happy.” She absently strokes the hair on his chest. “My favorite Shakespeare play is ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. Maybe I can find a local production for us to go see.”

Midge gives him a long, slow kiss. “That… was amazing. I’ve never come that hard in my life.” Her body still feels tingly in the aftermath.

"I don't know what Russian is, but watching a play together sounds like a fantastic idea."

After they have that conversation, though. They keep bringing up ideas that require them to have that talk now instead of Friday, but they keep getting distracted. Like the delightful kiss Midge gives him now. Jaskier happily kisses back, a little needy whimper escaping him in the process.

"It's a sin that you never were able to explore such a thing - but I can't deny I'm feeling rather proud, smug, and honored at the moment." A wink. "You're an artist. You bring pleasure to your public every day. You deserve to get as much in return."

“Thank you, handsome.” Midge gives him another kiss. “I’ve been masturbating since I was a teenager, but I never knew about the inside part.”

She turns in his lap so that she’s straddling him again. “Maybe when I touch myself like that in the future I’ll think of you.” Another kiss, before she reaches for the box of condoms. “Would you like that?”

Handsome, huh? Glad he's getting some compliments back, but he can't comment on it because he's kissing her again. No complaining, though. When she turns in his lap, he can't stop the groan any longer, a noise full of both need and frustration - especially when she says that. Talk about feeding his ego.

"My, my - such a promise... I'm starting to think you like torturing me." His hands fall on her thighs, slowly making their way up and then around to squeeze her butt. "I've created a monster." And he loves it.

“You love it, Dr. Frankenstein,” Midge retorts. “That’s another book you should read.”

He’s made her feel so good today that he deserves the ego boost. Before pulling a condom out of the box, Midge remembers something from earlier that he seemed to enjoy. She puts the sticky fingers that were inside of her up to her lips, slowly sucking her index finger all the way into her mouth and then out again. She offers him her middle finger to suck on while she gets a condom with the other hand.

Her fingers licked clean, Midge tears open the condom package and places the condom at the tip of his cock. “Let’s see… you made me come three times today.” She rolls the condom down his cock. “Do you think you can make it four?”

"That one rings a bell. Write it down later." And he means it. He truly wants to know what kind of art she likes.

His nails accidentaly dig into her skin while he watches her suck her finger, cursing under his breath at the sight. He said earlier that her mouth would look wonderful around his cock, and the mental image hits him really hard now. Before he can ask about their next position, Midge is offering her finger, and who is he to say no? He takes it into his mouth with clear expertise, sucking on it and licking the tip with gusto. It's not hard to guess what he's practiced on.

Jaskier gasps when she touches his cock, and the hand rolling the condom down makes him body shiver. He needs release immediately. "Four? Rookie numbers, my lady." He grabs his dick and teases her entrance, but he doesn't push in. "I believe you promised me a ride."

She would like to give him a blowjob in the future, but that’s not for today. They need to leave some things to look forward to. He sucks her finger so erotically that it sends a fresh wave of arousal through her. Her cunt is wet and ready for him.

“Oh really?” She teases. “I guess that means the goal is five next time.”

No more teasing. Midge sinks down on his cock with a moan and begins to rock her hips back and forth on top of him.

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(poem by James McLain)

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