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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.

Next time. They keep bringing that up, too. And Jaskier wants it. He just hopes things go well on Friday.

He throws his head back to let out a really loud moan when she sinks down without warning, proving once again how feisty she is. It'll be easy to teach her to be shameless, he realizes.

Jaskier wraps his arms tightly around her, fingers digging into her skin as his face buries in her neck. He pants and groans with every movement of her hips, his own body trying to thrust in return to meet her. This is her fourth round and she's still so fucking wet for him, that alone is madenning. She's tight, and warm, and just perfect, making every inch of his body tremble with pleasure.

The nails of one hand dig into his back as the other goes between their writhing bodies to find her clit. Jaskier has been so aroused for so long that she thinks he’s too distracted to touch her at the moment. Her fingers flick fast circles in time with her movements and she moans softly for him. Her breasts bounce against his chest, her hard nipples giving her added stimulation.

Midge has never come this many times in one session before. She tries to relax her mind and focus on the pleasure, how good he makes her feel, in order to bring herself back up again.

“You like that?” She asks cheekily.

Cheekily makes her sound even sexier.

"Like what?" he replies, attempting to sound cheeky too, but mostly panting between thrusts. "Your voice? Yes." He captures her mouth in a short, clumsy kiss. "Your tits? Yes." He buries his face between her breasts, rubbing his nuzzling and dropping a few open-mouthed kisses. "Your cunt? Fuck yes." He thrusts extra hard then. "So wet for me still. So eager and needy. How many times would you let me fuck you in a day, I wonder?"

It's then that he finally notices her hand on her clit. He grabs it by the wrist and takes it to his mouth so he can suck on her wet fingers while his own hand takes the place between her legs.

Midge lets out a squeal when he thrusts up hard. She’d be more embarrassed by the noises that she’s making if everything didn’t feel so damn good. She smiles when he moves her hand, leaning into his touch and relishing the sensation of her fingers in his mouth.

“As many times as you want if you keep making me come like that,” she pants. “Your cock feels so good.”

Her knees dig into the bed as she rides harder, tightening her walls around him with each stroke out.

He grins at the compliment. Women often call him things like "handsome" or "creative", but actually talking about his cock? That's new. More proof of Midge's lovely mouth being a feisty little thing that will tell you exactly what she thinks, which he's truly attracted to.

"I hope you know a good hotel, then." Because there's no way they'll be able to have a sex marathon in either of their houses. Yennefer has given him a potrective charm for his room and that works for quick fucks, but Midge deserves food and a shower. Not to mention fucking in other surfaces.

It's hard to keep talking when she's tightening around him like that. Jaskier cries out as he tries to keep up with her rhythm, his thumb taking care of her clit as they move in perfect sync, artists trained in the dance of pleasure.

(He refuses to finish first this time. He has a reputation to maintain.)

He’s both handsome and creative, but Midge has no complaints with his cock, and that’s what happens to be pleasing her at the moment. It’s a perfectly wonderful cock, and she thought she ought to tell him so.

“I’ll find one.” If they’re going to continue meeting like this, they’ll need a hotel. There are too many people in her apartment to use it on a regular basis. They just happened to get lucky this afternoon.

Midge can tell that he’s trying to have her come first this time, which might be a challenge considering how strong her last orgasm was. She helps him out by slowing down her pace. Her eyes slide closed and her lips go to his ear.

“Tell me how my cunt feels… how it tastes…”

She needs a little more than physical stimulation in order to come this time.

[ OOC: I’m around for the evening now! ]

His whole body shivers when she speaks into his ear, a little whimper coming out of him - he's a musician, he likes sounds, and her voice is lovely, especially when she's speaking through her own moans. She slows down her pace and Jaskier immediately copies her, always making sure to be an attentive lover.

"Piquant. Rich. Aphrodisiac." Poetry is harder when his cock is deep inside her like this. He drops kisses on her chest, neck, and shoulders, giving his brain a pause to think. "Madenning. Addictive. I could drink you for dinner like a fresh pint of ale. Spread you open on a table and just feast."

She lets out a shuddering sigh. Midge likes words and Jaskier is full of them. It’s delightful to be with someone who has such a way with words and knows how to use them in order to turn her on. It’s working. She can feel her pleasure rising and wonders if he can tell.

“Yeah? How long could you keep your head between my legs? How many times could you make me come?”

It doesn’t have to be poetry. It can be pure filth and she’ll lap it up.

He can't help but chuckle before he returns the favor by talking directly to her ear.

"Midge," he whispers with the naughtiest tone he can achieve. "I'm a singer. And I dance while I sing. My lungs are strong and capable of going through lots of exercise." Another pause as he tries to think of a song to prove his point.

"♫ Splayed halve, Spread wide, Honey pooled within a pitless center. ♫" It's not his best singing, to be fair - they are still fucking after all. Every time she moves, it gets a moan out of him. But he thinks that the fact he can sing at all while never fogetting about her clit is still impressive. "♫ Pinkish flesh glistened in wet; The perfuming scent of her glistening nectar. ♫"

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(poem by James McLain)

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(poem author unknown)