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“Oh!”

Three fingers inside her feels like an indulgence. He did that to her before and she absolutely loved it, though it’s clear she’s not used to it yet.

“I feel so full,” Midge gasps, her hand stilling on his cock for a moment as she gets used to his thrusts. Jaskier should have realized that they wouldn’t be able to keep it slow and sensual for long.

With her free hand, she digs her fingers into his hair as he sucks at her hardened nipples. He’s building her up slowly, and she’s fine with letting him do so. It will hopefully lead to another incredible orgasm.

"It truly is a fantastic feeling, isn't it?" he responds as his fingers stop and his hips make a single thrust, silently asking her to keep up with him. He understands how she feels, he loves being full as well. Jaskier would love to take two dicks like women do, he's a little envious.

His mouth goes to her ear and nibbles on it before speaking. "Have you ever gone to sleep with a cock still deep in you? Imagine waking up still feeling full." His tone says he's done it - both as a receiver and the giver. "Now that we have this place, it may be an idea for another night."

“You always make me feel fantastic…”

The little thrust wakes her up and she wraps her fingers more tightly around his cock before continuing to stroke him. Midge concentrates on stimulating his whole length, from tip to base, squeezing gently.

She moans approvingly at his suggestion. “Or I could wake up and roll on top of you, start to ride you in the middle of the night.”

A long, needy moan leaves his lips when she starts stroking him again. He pants against her ear as his fingers get back to moving too, thrusting to match her rhythm. His thumb searches for her clit to rub it along.

"Fuck," he curses when he hears her suggestion, the mental image making his cock throb. "That would be the most amazing morning call... start the day with an orgasm and a beautiful woman aching for me."

“I’m always aching for you, Jaskier,” Midge says. One of her legs slides up over his hip, opening herself further for him. His fingers find that sensitive place deep inside of her and she gives a little yelp. “There!” He won’t need to touch her there long to make her come.

Meanwhile, her strokes to his cock get faster, tugging at him in desperation. After her orgasm, she’ll be able to concentrate better on him.

"Oh, yes, you are," he replies as his free hand grabs her raised leg to pull her as close as possible, nails digging into her skin.

His fingers speed up as well, still determined to match her rhythm and create music out of it. They stay inside a little longer, though, to rub that wonderful spot inside her.

"How am I supposed to leave the bed when you're always so wet and ready for me? It's intoxicating. It makes me want to take a potion that keeps my cock hard and throbbing for hours so I can fuck you over and over again."

“Jaskier!”

God, he always seems to know exactly what to say and do in order to get her off. She was going to say more, but now she’s too distracted by her impending orgasm. The idea of him fucking her until she’s completely exhausted makes her leg start to tremble. She heaves a deep breath as she stands on the precipice and then dives over.

Her moan is long and loud as he makes her come again. Is it her fourth? She’s lost count. All she knows is that he has the ability to make her feel complete and utter bliss.

His fingers never stop moving, riding her through her orgasm and rubbing both her special spots until the very end. Jaskier catches her mouth in a kiss, looking for a messy, desperate touch of tongues as he lays her down on the mattress. He raises his hips and inserts his cock between her thighs, gathering the slick that is dripping out of her to make his thrusts easier.

"Miriam..." he whispers as he also searches for bliss.

The way he’s able to set her body on fire is electric. The sensation of Jaskier rubbing her clit and g-spot at the same time just highlights how good he is at this. Midge feels tingly all over as she comes down, then feels him slide his cock between her thighs. She instantly squeezes them together.

“Feel that? How wet you make me? Your witty lady is always so eager and ready for you, Jaskier.” She bushes his hair off of his face so that she can watch his expression as he chases his orgasm. “I want you to come all over my thighs again. Three times in one night is impressive, my sweet bard. Surely I’ll completely drain your balls this time.”

Taking the hand that was inside of her, Midge sucks her juices off of one of his fingers.

"Fuck." Her squeezing thighs feel amazing, and Jaskier knows he doesn't have much left. Every word in her lovely voice makes his blood hotter, and the second she sucks her finger, he's finally pushed over the edge.

Jaskier moans loudly as he comes all over the mattress and her thighs, pure euphoria smashing every nerve in his body. This is what they mean when they see seeing sounds, because Midge's voice becomes explosive colors that blow up his mind. Even his vast vocabulary feels small to describe it.

As he slowly comes down from this amazing high, he collapses on top of Midge and nuzzles the nearest patch of skin he can find.

Even though the room is dark, Midge can still see his face and body when he comes. It’s a beautiful thing to behold. It occurs to her that she hasn’t felt like this about a man since Joel. Not even Benjamin was afforded this level of affection.

As he pants against her skin, Midge gently strokes his hair and places a soft kiss on the top of his head. As affectionate as she feels towards him, Midge knows that it can’t turn into romantic feelings. Jaskier’s made it clear that he’s not interested in monogamy. Still, she can’t help but cherish the time she has with him.

Midge tilts his chin up and places her lips on his. “Satisfied, my darling?”

Her gentle touches help him return to reality, and he hums in delight at the affection. He's a very touchy, affectionate man, and it pleases him to find someone who will be happy to share those sweet touches.

"Plenty," he replies with a nod and a big smile. "I long to have you lead me to that place. That ends with you lying on top of me. Satisfied. Happy. And replete." He then kisses her back, lazily and content.

Midge loves touching and being touched by him. This kind of intimacy has been lacking in her life lately. She’s missed it.

“Three orgasms from you in one night,” she says, her voice full of amusement. “That’s quite a performance. And four for me.” Midge kisses him more deeply this time. “Why wouldn’t I be wet and eager for you when you provide such services?”

Realizing he's crushing her, Jaskier moves off her and lies on his side again before bringing her closer for cuddling. His arms wrap around her, happily kissing her back. Post-orgasm bliss and praise? He can get used to this.

"You should've met me when I was younger; the numbers would be higher." But it wouldn't have been as good - he wasn't as experienced. Shouldn't it be quality over quantity, Jaskier? Ah, the ego to show off will always be stronger. "I'm guessing four is your new record? Maybe we can think of something for another weekend and see if we can break it."

Their limbs tangle together and Midge gives him lazy kisses. She enjoys praising him, even if it feeds his ego.

“I’m sure you’re more experienced now,” Midge says. “Men have to learn how to please women and I’d say you’ve got it pretty down pat. This repressed housewife hasn’t come like this in a long time.”

Thank the gods for those kisses keeping his mouth busy, because he almost spouts that he's great at helping repressed housewives.

"I've never left a bed partner unsatisfied," he replies while pouting a little. He likes to think so anyway. There may've been a woman or two who faked it, but that was very early on. When you're a teen, it's harder to tell. Jaskier tilts his head. "I understand your situation, and I'm happy to be many of your firsts... but from what I've learned about you so far, I refuse to believe you weren't adventurous with your husband at least once. What was the craziest sexual thing you did before me?"

She laughs softly at his question. “Joel and I enjoyed sneaking off to semi-private places. Bathrooms, things like that. I’m sure I’d enjoy doing that with you too.”

Midge strokes her fingers through the hair on Jaskier’s chest. “You make me want to be adventurous.”

He laughs in return. "Oh, that's a great one! You can definitely count me in for that. I haven't forgotten about the mirror in your dressing room."

His face softens when he hears the rest, and he really feels for her. He kisses her forehead. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that. I want you to be adventurous. I want everyone to be adventurous, because the concept of 'routine' was invented by the devil himself. But especially you. Because I can see so much in you dying to come out."

Midge gasps a little, thinking about Jaskier fucking her in her dressing room at The Wolford. It all seems so naughty, and that turns her on more than she can express.

“What do you think is dying to come out in me?” she asks curiously.

That little (adorable!) gasp confirms what he's trying to say.

"Adventure. Creativity. Inquiry. Defiance. Passion. Desire." He kisses a different spot on her face and shoulders to punctuate each word. "Freedom."

She likes being adorable to him. The kisses produce equally adorable giggles from her. “Freedom to bend me over my vanity and pull my panties down and fuck me from behind?” she teases. “Creative and passionate positions in bed?”

Midge knows he means more than that, but she can’t help herself. Plus, being tangled naked with him with his cum drying on her thighs puts her in a saucy mood.

Honestly, he could spend hours kissing her silly just to hear more of those giggles. He laughs at her questions, always happy to get more glimpses of her humor and to have more confirmation of the things she's been repressing.

"And here I was, being all deep and philosophical. Next time someone accuses me of having the dirtiest mind in the room, I'll send them to you." He kisses her ear before speaking again. "But I do like having the freedom to fuck you to the Moon and back."

“Freedom is what America is all about. Be glad your portal opened up here and not in Russia.” Things would be undoubtedly worse for him and his family there.

“I think you think I’m a lot more dynamic than I am,” Midge tells him with a smile. “I just say what other people are thinking.” Nothing really that special.

"I'll be glad but also I'll keep complaining about the paperwork. Freedom has a funny shape here."

He squints at her, not believing what he's hearing. Calloused fingers raise her chin so blue can meet blue. It's dark, but he can still see her lovely smile. "Look me in the eye and swear you don't want more in life."

His question takes her aback a little bit. Nobody has ever asked her that, not even Susie. Midge stares back into Jaskier’s blue eyes.

“I do,” she tells him. “I want to be more than just a housewife, and I love performing.”

Most people don’t think she can or should be more.

doing better tonight, thank you!

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(poem by Angel M)

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