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"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?”

Her hand feels lovely on his skin, and he sighs happily at the contact. When she kisses him, he grabs her hand and guides it to his nipples.

"I can bend you over anywhere," he purrs, his hand never leaving his dick. "Choose your fantasy spot."

Midge gently rubs one of his hardened nipples with her thumb, flicking it over the sensitive peak.

“We have more room on the bed,” she says. “I can get on all fours for you.”

To hammer it home, she puts her lips to his ear and whispers to him. “I want you, Jaskier. You know how wet I am for you.”

He whimpers when she flicks his nipple, and he makes a mental note to revisit this whole she touching him while he masturbates idea later.

"Yes, you are, my dirty little lady," he captures her mouth in a kiss as he puts his arms around her to pick her up. Her legs are guided to his waist so they can wrap around it, and he groans when his hard dick brushes her wet panties. Walking to the bedroom is going to be slow because he doesn't know the apartment well yet and, most importantly, he keeps kissing her on the way.

It’s something Midge would love to revisit, possibly even later tonight. A man has to pace his orgasms though and Midge is greedy to have him come inside of her.

She gives a little squeal when Jaskier picks her up, but her legs wrap easily around his waist. He inevitably backs her into the door jamb of the bedroom, but Midge just giggles and keeps kissing him.

“Everything about you makes my cunt wet,” she murmurs to him, capitalizing on being called his dirty little lady. “Your voice, your hands…”

Tonight, Jaskier's dick isn't the happiest person in the room - his ego is.

"My cock?" he asks with a wide grin on his face as he opens the door. "How long will you let it stay inside you, mmh?" He throws Midge on the bed and buries his face in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you're full of my--" Suddenly, he freezes. "--fuck. Just a second."

Cursing under his breath, he leaves the room and comes back with a couple of condoms. "Remind me to hide these all over this apartment in the morning, would you?" After throwing them on the nightstand, he climbs on the bed and lifts Midge's leg to start dropping kisses on it. "Now, where were we?"

It’s a double-edged sword, praising Jaskier. Midge loves doing it, and he certainly deserves some of it, but it also swells his ego. So far though, Midge hasn’t seen an ugly side to his ego, so she’s going to keep doing it. Praise riles him up, and she likes that.

“Your cock,” she confirms. “As long as you can keep making me orgasm.” If anyone can make her come twice in one go, it’s probably Jaskier.

His abrupt realization cracks Midge up and she lays back on the bed laughing. It feels good to laugh in the bedroom. That can be just as important to her as the actual sex.

When he returns and starts kissing her leg, Midge reaches down to run her fingers through his hair. “I think you were talking about what you’re going to do to me on this bed.”

Making a comedian laugh is a great honor, and Midge is lucky that Jaskier likes her laughter so much. Having people laughing at you instead of with you isn't exactly great, and he knows Midge isn't mocking anyway.

"A vast bed," he notices while moving his kisses to her other leg. This is much better than Midge's single. "Perfect to spread you like a feast."

He moves her panties to the side and licks his lips as his thumb reaches to massage her entrance, barely dipping the tip in. Another fuck escapes him. She's always so wet and ready for him, it's maddening.

"It seems we don't need to get you ready." He pats her thighs. "Very well, my lady - on your knees. Hands on the headboard." While Midge gets into position, Jaskier puts on the condom, fumbling a bit because his eyes keep staring at her arse.

“Oh, are you gonna eat me up?” Midge asks saucily. Her breath hitches when she feels his thumb over her entrance. She pushes her hips up to try to push it inside, but it’s too late. He’s already pulling his hand away.

Midge gets in the position that he requests, looking coyly over her shoulder at him. When she notices that his eyes are on her ass, she wiggles it a little bit.

"Cheater," he teases, grinning as he reaches to (very lightly) pinch her ass.

Then he positions his body behind hers, bending over too so his nipples and necklace are trapped between them. An arm reaches around her to grab a tit, squeezing it as he rubs his cock against her wet folds.

After a few kisses to her shoulders, he whispers into her ear. "Following my command so easily and eagerly... my dirty lady is playing with fire." He squeezes her tit again while her other hand keeps teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, not going in yet. "Is that what you want, Miriam? To let me do whatever I want? To let me take you over and over until you beg for release? Tell me."

How does he know exactly what to say to pique her arousal? Midge leans back when she feels the cool metal of his necklace and firm points of his nipples on her back. Every part of him is teasing her right now, from his hands, to his cock, to his voice.

It’s the use of her full name that makes her moan out loud for him. She’s never heard it said like that before and she feels flush, needy.

“Yes…” she breathes. “Please take me like this.” Midge tries in vain to push more of his cock into her. “My sweet bard’s cock feels so perfect inside me.”

There's no warning, no hesitation, nothing - as soon as she's done talking, Jaskier slides his entire cock into her in just one thrust, a long and loud groan leaving his lips as he feels her warmth surrounding him again. She's wet, tight, and so fucking needy - it's heaven.

His now free arm goes around her waist to hold her against him so he can start thrusting - once again, no warning, no word, no waiting. Taking somebody from behind doesn't always equate hard sex, it can just be a preference for position - but it seems she likes the angle Jaskier is going for. It fits the theme of their teasing: the repressed housewife, tired of the routine missionary, is finally letting go and presenting her cunt for a better man to show it the pleasure it deserves.

Jaskier starts thrusting fast and hard, panting in rhythm to the beautifully obscene sound of his balls hitting her rear every time. His other hand never leaves her chest, squeezing her tits and clumsily playing with her nipples. He can feel the fabric of the lingerie caught between them, adding delicious friction under their sweat.

“Fuck!” She calls out loudly when Jaskier suddenly pushes inside of her and starts pumping hard. Her knees dig into the bed, trying to gain purchase in order to push back against him. She grips the headboard tightly.

“Oh God, yes…” Midge tries to tighten her walls around his cock with each thrust out, though he’s moving quickly, making it harder to keep up with him. She’s happy to play the repressed housewife to his dashing rake, especially if it means she gets fucked like this. Honestly, the role play isn’t very far from reality.

“So big… you feel so big…” Her tits shake with each of his thrusts, even as he grips one and rolls the nipple between his fingers. One of her hands leaves the headboard so that she can reach down between her legs and play with her clit.

The arm around her waist moves as soon as she reaches down and he grabs her wrist, stopping her from touching herself further.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grumbles into her ear, suddenly stopping his movements after one more thrust. "Naughty little lady, I meant what I said before. I'm going to fuck you until you're begging. I'm going to make this one last. I'm going to give you the mindblowing orgasm that such a stunning, witty, caring woman deserves." Since he's captured her hand, he uses the chance to guide it to her cunt so she can touch her own folds surrounding his throbbing erection. "Feel that? Open wide for me, taking me so perfectly. You're a marvel, Miriam."

Midge grunts in frustration when he grabs her hand. Those words whispered in her ear, so dirty and so complimentary at the same time, feel like they’re setting her body on fire. Midge trembles, her cunt positively dripping for him as she feels the way her walls stretch around his cock.

She arches her back, leaning her head on his shoulder so that she can look up at him with big blue eyes. “Please, Jaskier,” she begs. “Please fuck me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good orgasm. I need it. I’ll be good and do whatever you ask…”

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"So long since you've had a good orgasm?" he asks in very fake offense, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at her. Jaskier knows what she really means, but it's the perfect opening for him to continue the teasing.

"Wasn't the orgasm from a few moments ago good?" He thrusts once, keeping her hand there so she can feel it. "Weren't those four orgasms the other day good?" Another thrust, this one a little harder. "And here I thought you liked my cock." Three thrusts in succession before taking her hand to his mouth to suck her fingers, thoroughly cleaning all her juices with his tongue. He then kisses her cheek. "You're always so good for me, Miriam. Always so wet and ready to play. Be a good girl a little longer--" He finally lets go of her hand. "--and touch me, or grab the headboard. But not touching yourself. That's my job."

“I meant— oh!” He’s thrusting hard again and Midge cries out with every pump of his hips. Perhaps he didn’t realize that she was trying to play the repressed housewife, but Midge thinks he’s just using it as an excuse to tease her. Being able to feel his thrusts through her fingers, the way she stretches and contracts around him, brings her to a whole other level of arousal.

“You… give me such… good orgasms,” she pants in between his thrusts. “I’ll let you make me come… I’ll be a good girl.” Midge reaches back with the hand that he cleaned off and tangles her fingers tightly in his hair.

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He hums in approval at the fingers in his hair, his skin tingling at how tightly they're pulling.

"Yes, good girl. Wonderful girl."

Jaskier's arm goes back to wrapping around her waist so he can start thrusting hard and fast again. His own moaning and panting make it hard to talk, but this is Jaskier, and he never stops trying to talk. Shutting him up is impossible. He can feel his own body on fire as he tells her how good, how tight, how wonderful, how precious, how sexy and dirty she is...

The obscene sound of his balls hitting her rear continues to act as an instrument for their groans, and he often looks down to admire the way her tits bounce. The only bad thing about this position is not being able to bury his face in them.

When he feels her walls tightening around him and her voice breaking, indicating she's close, he simply stops again. Her clit hasn't been touched yet. His cock stays buried inside her while he drops light kisses on her shoulder and neck.

"Condoms are such a wondrous invention," he says between pants and kisses. "Enable me to come inside, who would've thought? Do you know what that means, Miriam?" His mouth moves to her ear again. "I could pull out but leave the condom in, and watch my seed drip out of your lovely cunt. Would you like that?"

Midge basks in his praise, loving every second of it as he pounds her cunt. Jaskier brings her pleasure up, up, until her clit is throbbing. One stroke of his fingers and she’ll come for him. Midge whimpers and grips the headboard and his hair tightly, wanting it so badly. She grunts in frustration when he stops.

His idea is so dirty and so wonderful that she moans in spite of herself. “Yes,” she gasps. “Please, yes, but… may I come first?” Midge tries to sound sweet, irresistible, as she bats her eyelashes. “All for you, my handsome bard. I’ll come so hard for you. Only you can give me such perfect orgasms.”

That little grunt is adorable, and it makes him laugh.

"It's hard to say no to those pretty eyes and smart praise," he responds before kissing her, making sure to suck on her tongue before pulling away. "And yet... you said you'd do anything I want, did you not?"

He doesn't actually answer her question. Once again, with no warning, he starts pounding hard and fast. This time, however, his words fumble more because he's starting to lose it, too. Midge reaches her edge faster, and he knows he doesn't have much left.

But when her walls tighten, guess what? He stops. Again.

"You're right," he purrs in her ear. "You've been such a wonderful, dirty girl for me. You deserve to come."

As soon as the hard thrusts restart, his hand reaches her clit, rubbing it to match the rhythm of his hips. His moans are full of her name and his blood boils hotter with every pull of his hair.

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if he ever crosses a line please let me know, he just likes playing with her expectacions so much

no this is perfect

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