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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. ♫"

Midge can’t believe that he’s singing a dirty song to her while they fuck. It’s absolutely helping though. She moans out her appreciation for his voice, his fingers, his cock.

“Yes… it’s all for you. You make me so wet, so…” Another sweet moan as she quickens her pace again, chasing the orgasm that is rapidly building inside of her. “I’m going to come for you.”

"So wet, so sweet." He picks up the pace with her. "Come for me, darling."

His hands fall on her waist to help her ride along while his face falls on her breasts again, having learned how much she likes it there. There are no more words, just the music of their moans as both their bodies desperately hunt for that wonderful little death.

Midge closes her eyes, little gasps of pleasure dropping from her lips. Her body stiffens and then the orgasm blooms inside her like a flower. She shakes with ecstasy, not holding back her cries.

“Jaskier!”

Slumping forward, she rests her forehead on his shoulder as she keeps rocking her hips on top of him, squeezing her cunt around his cock and waiting for his release.

Hearing his name cried like that does plenty to his arousal, but Midge is also an attentive lover and keeps rocking her hips to help Jaskier reach his end, too. He thrusts one more time before she squeezes around him and he finally lets go, moaning her name and clinging to her as waves of pleasure hit every fibre of his being. For a few seconds, he sees and feels nothing but the stars of poor elation.

Once he's come through, he falls back on the bed, bringing Midge with him for the obligatory cuddling. Soon he's humming again.

The sound of her name from his mouth as he comes is beautiful. Midge looks up so that she can watch his face in ecstasy. She likes making him come, making him happy.

They cuddle close on the bed, Midge smiling at the fact that he’s humming again. She kisses him sweetly, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I had fun today.”

Her touch is so sweet and soothing. Jaskier could see himself just hanging out with her to relax, touch each other while appreciating art. He returns the kiss with a smile on his face, basking in the sensitive tingling on his skin as their bodies brush.

"Me too. And I would love to do this again. Multiple times." A pause as he considers some options while rubbing her back. "I said before that we could talk on Friday, but since the subject of 'next time' keeps coming up, well- I don't know how stable your post-orgasm brain feels to do so at the moment."

“So would I,” she replies.

She props her head up on her hand and looks at him. “We can talk.” Midge feels good. Satisfied, but not completely brain dead. She strokes a hand over his chest, gently fingering his tuning fork necklace.

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