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She moans openly when Jaskier starts to lick her in earnest. All of the want that she suppressed while she was giving him the blowjob has come roaring back with a few strokes of his tongue. Her hips gently move against his face, needing that extra bit of stimulation.

“I think you know the answer to that question,” she replies cheekily. When he finally pushes her panties to the side, she feels the cool air of the room hit her slick folds and she sighs needfully.

"Mmh, I don't know. Maybe you should keep moving your hips like that. To assure me, of course." And because he absolutely loves it.

His tongue buries between her folds and the lapping resumes, making sure to be extra noisy about it. He genuinely loves her taste, but he also adores the lewd sounds of sex echoing in the room with the radio's soft music. His hands move to grab her buttcheeks, squeezing them and pushing her against his face as an addict desperate for more. Soon the lapping stops at her clit, licking it for a few seconds before he starts to suck hard on it.

“Oh, I will,” she breathes. Her hips resume their movement in time with his mouth. The noises that he’s making actually make her giggle. “It sounds like you’re slurping me up like soup.” Not that she’s complaining.

When he switches to concentrate his mouth on her clit, Midge moans openly. She grips the arm rest with one hand, Jaskier’s hair with the other. “Fuck.”

A fuck escapes him too, muffled by her cunt - he likes her hand in his hair, and it seems she's confident enough in the position to keep it there. Good. Jaskier can already feel his blood starting to boil, and he knows his cock will be ready for round two soon.

While his lips keep on sucking on her clit like a feast, one of his hands reach from behind to gently insert a finger into her cunt, thrusting slowly at first. But as her hips continue to move, his hand matches the rhythm. Blue eyes full of desire keep looking at her face to enjoy how beautiful she looks in the throes of passion - but they definitely admire the bouncing of those glorious tits as well.

“Yes,” she gasps when she feels his finger prodding at her entrance. It’s so satisfying when he slides it in. Sometimes it’s as if Jaskier knows her body better than she does with how comfortable he is touching her. Midge's hips stutter as she feels herself starting to lose control. The walls of her cunt squeeze around his finger and she grinds against his mouth, breasts bouncing with each thrust forward.

“Jaskier…” Midge says his name amidst a series of moans. Her thighs start to tremble from the pleasure and from the effort of holding her weight. She’s been so aroused for so long that the first orgasm will be easy to coax from her body.

If he had been fully hard now, it'd be very difficult not to come when she says his name like that. He wants a recorder to get her voice, and a camera to get her face... she's a work of art from head to toes, and he wants to treasure her as art deserves.

Her trembling thighs speak for themselves, so Jaskier picks up the pace as he adds a second finger, rubbing her walls and looking for that special spot to play with it too. His mouth never leaves her clit, but he does make a humming song asking her to come right there on his face.

He finds her G-spot easily and Midge cries out for him when he pleasure spikes. Between his fingers there and the way he’s humming over her clit, she’s a goner.

Midge looks down into his electric blue eyes as the orgasm explodes inside of her. Keeping eye contact while orgasming is difficult, but she manages it, her whole body shaking with pleasure until it subsides. She collapses on top of him, then has the wherewithal to push herself up on her knees again so that he doesn’t suffocate.

Sliding back, Midge sits on his abdomen instead and looks down at him with a satisfied grin.

The eye contact is returned, of course, because Jaskier will never get tired of the beautiful face she makes when she orgasms. His mouth and fingers never stop moving, riding her through her ecstasy so she can get the most out of it. Absolute perfection.

It isn't so bad when she collapses - Jaskier has been under worse weight in worse circumstances. He won't be able to hold it for long, but she moves before it gets to that point. Noticing how satisfied she looks, Jaskier smugly grins from ear to ear, his mouth, chin, and cheeks glistening with her fluids.

Calloused hands grab hers and gently bring her down for cuddling. "An enjoyable first?"

“Very enjoyable.”

Midge takes his hands and allows herself to be brought down on top of him. It’s a good thing that he likes to cuddle, because she does too. This friends-with-benefits thing wouldn’t be as good for her if they didn’t get to have these kind of intimate moments.

She kisses his lips and chin, sucking at the juices on his face. Midge gives a happy sigh. “You’re really fucking good at that.”

Way to make his ego even bigger.

Since Jaskier is very affectionate in general, cuddling is important for him too. Once Midge is comfortable, he kisses the top of her head before nuzzling it, just basking in the moment.

"Glad to hear my mouth pleases my mistress' whims. Or was it 'goddess'? I lost track." Just a bit teasing about all the silly conversations they've had. He loves all of them and remembers them fondly; banter is so much fun. "By the by, fantastic choice on the lingerie. Felt amazing on my face."

“I think it was mistress, but I like the sound of goddess even better.”

Midge grins at him. Their banter is one of the best things about their friendship. Jaskier stimulates her both physically and intellectually. She finds herself growing more and more comfortable with him.

“Thanks,” she replies, gently stroking his chest. “Despite the store being a bit tawdry, they make high quality lingerie. I picked this for your favorite colors and for the flowers as well, even if they aren’t buttercups.”

"I'm quite sure you said something about a goddess on text. I think I just fulfilled my worshipping duties pretty well, if I say so myself."

His hand is lazily drawing random patterns on her back, but it stops to play with the straps of her bra when she describes the colors and the flowers. She's put a lot of thought into it, and Jaskier is genuinely touched by it. It makes him wish he had made more magical flowers for her instead of just two.

"I could tell. You have a lot of attention to detail. Thank you." He kisses the top of her head again. "Maybe we can visit one of those bawdy shops together sometime? It's the one thing I haven't done yet. Then you can be a first of mine, too. We didn't have such a variety of products at home."

“You did,” she agrees. “Although I may need some more worshipping soon.” Something tells her that won’t be a problem for him.

Midge finds that she likes making him happy. It’s clear that he appreciates the time she took to pick the lingerie out. “Sure. There weren’t any shops that sold sexy underthings where you came from?”

Admittedly, Midge isn’t sure how many of them there are outside of New York. That’s one of the great things about the city: you can find almost anything here.

"Worry not, there will be lots of worshipping tonight." His hand falls to squeeze her butt. Eating her out has already got his arousal going, his dick will be ready to go again soon.

That's something Jaskier can relate to - he loves making people happy too, loves pampering with their likes. Part of the hedonist life.

"Sexy underthings? Not impossible, but you needed good coin and it was hard to find. Not something for the milkmaid on the farm, you had to go to the cities for it. Lacked variety, too." His complaint about men not wearing colors will never stop. "And while I could get lingerie for me too, I was talking about the toys. I keep hearing stories at Rainbow Road--" Says a lot about the conversations he has. "--and they've made me extremely curious. Vaseline was easily found in the pharmacy, and let me tell you, it's already such a huge improvement over oil."

Midge’s eyes grow wider as he speaks. “You mean… toys for using during sex?” She’s pretty unfamiliar with that. “I’m sure they’re available somewhere though I wouldn’t know where. What have you been using Vaseline for? Lubrication?”

So far, things with Jaskier have kept her pretty wet. They haven’t seemed to have a problem with unpleasant friction. Then again, she’s not the only one that he’s sleeping with.

He can't help but chuckle at her expression. Not judging her at all, she's just adorable. Teaching her all this stuff makes it all more fun than it already is, especially because she doesn't judge either. At most, she may not be interested in something, and that's okay.

"Indeed. We don't have to use them if you don't want." He shrugs. "I thought it would be fun to at least look together, discover what it's about. No pressure." He knows he'll buy something for himself for sure, but gonna keep the topic light for now. "Someone at the club can get me an address, so no need to have another awkward conversation with the girls." A wink to show he's just teasing. "Yes, lubrication. I used oil back in my world, and it was incredibly bothersome. Made everything sticky, leaked down my thighs, and stained my underwear."

She nods, feeling unsure about something like that right now, but not writing it off forever. Jaskier has a tendency to make her feel very comfortable. He’s pushed her, never in a forceful way, to try things she hasn’t before. And so far, she’s having a great time.

Midge wrinkles her nose at his description of the oil. “Do you think you and I need it?” she asks. “You’ve kept me naturally pretty well-lubricated so far.”

"For us?" Jaskier frowns a little as he thinks about it. He hasn't realized that she hasn't caught on yet. "I don't think so. Your body has reacted wonderfully to me every time, and you asked me to take you from behind as in the position only. Which is perfectly fine, for the record." He's noticed that very few women are into that. "Oh, we did talk about massages and grooming, didn't we? But oil is still better for that. Especially the aromatic ones."

He tilts his head. "Unless you're interested in my behind? I didn't get that impression when I told you about the same spot in men."

“We didn’t. Do you give massages?”

When he talks about men, she understands. Men have to use lubricant to have sex with other men. Midge opens her mouth and pauses while she thinks about how to answer him.

“I would like to be able to give you that kind of pleasure someday, but…” She blushes. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

That should come as absolutely no surprise to him.

"I give marvelous massages."

Oh, she's being adorable again. With a big smile, Jaskier gently takes her chin and raises her face so he can kiss both her cheeks.

"We don't have to do anything you aren't interested in. I was just checking for preferences. Brainstorming can be fun for more things than art." He winks. "And if you are ever curious yet unsure about anything, I can always do it on myself first for you to see. I don't know if you've heard, but I'm quite a showman." And a huge attention whore.

“Well, why are you holding out on me?” she asks teasingly. Probably because any massage that he gives her will turn into sex pretty quickly.

The idea of watching him pleasure himself pings her arousal. Midge feels it roll over her body like a wave of warm water. “I think I’d enjoy watching you stroke your cock,” she says, her voice low.

He laughs. "Because for a massage to be good, it must be slow and relaxing, and considering our current mood? We'll just fuck five seconds into it." A kiss for her forehead. "Later, when we take a post-coitus bath, I'll do you the honors." And that will probably end up in sex, too. Oh, well. He's willing to make that sacrifice.

"I meant fingering myself, but I can do that as well." In fact, he wraps his hand around his cock right now, lazily rubbing it as it starts to wake up. "Anything else my mistress wishes to see? Should I stand? Get on my knees? On your lap?"

Midge props herself up on her elbow. “It sounds like you have tonight all planned out,” she says, amused. A bath? A massage? Not that she’s complaining.

Baby steps, Jaskier. Midge looks down between their bodies and holds her breath when she sees him grab his cock. “Maybe we can at least sit up so that I can watch better…”

Another chuckle. "I'm a creative man who likes brainstorming! I still appreciate spontaneity above all else. If we follow my ideas or not, well, we'll see where the night takes us."

All that is true, but also in the particular case of Midge, he likes throwing those ideas aloud to get her ready. So much keeps taking her by surprise, and while she's utterly adorable, he doesn't want to give her a heart attack.

As soon as she finishes her request, Jaskier helps her sit up. Then he sits on his heels next to her, knees digging into the couch as he arches his back and continues to touch himself. "What next, lady goddess?"

Midge leans against him, her eyes locked on his hand, trying to memorize the way that he strokes himself so that she might be able to copy it another time. One of her hands traces the muscles of his abdomen as she feels her arousal grow.

“It’s so tempting to watch you to completion, but I’m also selfish and want you inside of me.” Midge presses a kiss to his temple. “Do you think we might be more comfortable on the bed?”

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