Midge eagerly wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in order to keep her steady. She gasps when he lays her down on the table and gratefully takes his shirt to use as a pillow. It smells like him and it’s one of his frilly ones. She might steal it.
The chocolate syrup is still a bit cold on warm skin while she lets him paint her lips. Midge licks at it instinctively. “Maybe I should try brown lipstick.”
The kiss leaves her licking chocolate off of his tongue. She hums her pleasure against his mouth and sifts her fingers through his hair.
It's indeed a bit cold, and just enough to play with the sensations like Jaskier wants. The contrast of temperatures adds a new thrill as he kisses her thoroughly, enjoying the way the coldness clashes on their warm mouths.
When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
Midge gives a little yelp at the cold temperature of the syrup. She looks down at what he’s doing and laughs before laying her head back down on the table. “It’s just as good as Jackson Pollack,” she says to him.
When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
"Is that complimenting or mocking?" He doesn't know who Pollack is!
There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
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Jaskier chuckles against the fabric and decides a little mercy is in order.
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
Finally, her panties are off and she can feel the cool air of the room on her wet folds. He kisses her and then he’s gone. Midge’s eyes follow him to the freezer.
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
Another chuckle. "You're adorable when you squeal."
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
Her reaction is perfect and Jaskier smiles widely against her folds, feeling rather proud of himself. His blood is starting to go down, too, because there's no way someone could watch and hear Midge like this without getting aroused.
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.
Her fingers twist in his hair as her hips rock against his face. The cold was an interesting sensation, but she much prefers his warm hands. When Jaskier’s fingers rub against her spot, she cries out for him. Midge is starting to feel overstimulated, her legs trembling.
The orgasm hits her hard and Midge arches her back, her body shaking as wave after wave crashes over it. Jaskier is so fucking good at this. Her own hand doesn’t even come close.
Her moans echo off the walls of the kitchen before she falls back onto the table, panting for breath.
Blue eyes watch her every move as she comes, and oh, what a gorgeous sight she makes. Jaskier would be writing poetry to her orgasms if her mouth and hand weren't so busy right now. They continue to pleasure her through every second of her orgasm to make it last, and her tongue laps at her cunt to pick up every drop.
Perfection.
Once she falls back, Jaskier finally lets go and walks to the other end of the table, his cock already half-hard. He kneels by her head and cups her cheek to kiss her softly before grinning.
"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you liked that."
That makes Jaskier laugh pretty hard - he doesn't know what a gynecologist is, but he gets the meaning from context.
Jaskier doesn't let go of her cheek while kissing her, and even when they pull away, he still keeps it there, gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. He just likes touching her and looking at her when she looks so nicely fucked.
"Glad to hear it. I love playing with sensations like that." Which explains how he enjoys leaving some fine fabrics between their bodies. "Well, most sensations. I didn't enjoy candle wax. But I'll try it on you if you're ever curious." He pokes her nose. "You were my first chocolate sex, my sweet lady."
She likes looking into his eyes like this. As much as she loves the sex, the romance part is just as enjoyable for her.
“Not sure if I’d like candle wax either,” Midge replies. “Glad to be a first of yours. You were my first chocolate sex too, though not my first time having sex on a kitchen table.”
Taking his hand, Midge sits up and gets off of the table. She picks up his shirt and puts it on.
More laughing. "That also makes me happy to hear - as much as I like introducing you to new things, I don't like the idea of your married sex being boring." He wants her to have something! "What's the weirdest place you had sex--"
He interrupts himself when he sees her wearing his shirt. His eyes widen and his cock gets a little harder. Their size difference makes the shirt big on her, covering her ass but still showing off those fantastic legs. She looks cute, playful, and smells like him.
"Fuck," he says after licking his lips. "You gorgeous--"
Jaskier takes a step as he reaches for her, but he doesn't see the orange on the floor from the bowl he pushed earlier. That one step is all he needs to accidentally step on the poor fruit and fall on his back.
Midge is thinking about her answer when Jaskier starts to react to her wearing his shirt. It’s open in the front, and she turns around so that he can enjoy it from that side.
Then he’s slipping on an orange like he’s in a cartoon.
It’s funny, him laying there on the kitchen floor with his cock sticking up in the air, but he might have seriously hurt himself. Midge leans over him and offers her hand.
"Not my first sex injury," he replies as he grabs her hand and brings her down, making sure to catch her in his arms for proper cuddling. He can't help but whimper, because he's both sore and aroused.
"Sorry, but the doctor recommended affection from a gorgeous woman to get rid of the pain. You better love me properly or I shall die here on the kitchen floor."
She squeals, then laughs when he pulls her onto the floor next to him. Midge lays in his arms, kissing his mouth.
“Is that so?” Midge tosses one leg over his body and then straddles him, sitting on his lower abdomen. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death.”
He had been kidding, but it turns out her kisses do work as a distraction from the soreness. It's not that bad anyway, he's just overdramatic (when isn't he?). His breath catches when she straddles him, his own shirt brushing against his dick.
"I would have to come back just to haunt you," he replies as his hands fall on her thighs to rub them, his blue eyes admiring the view. His shirt is open just enough in the middle to let him see her sideboobs. It's incredibly erotic. "Fuck, look at you. Mesmerizing. Obscene. Provoking. You truly will drive me insane."
“You make me feel confident and sexy,” Midge tells him as she gets up on her knees and slides backwards, his cock brushing through her wetness. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Reaching down between them, Midge grasps his cock and positions it at her opening, though she doesn’t slide it in yet. “You got so hard while eating me out. And I think you like seeing me wear your shirt.”
"Because you are, darling." He gasps when his cock brushes her cunt and his fingers dig into the skin of her thighs. "Don't ever let anyone make you think any less."
Jaskier curses when she grabs his cock and his body wiggles a bit - he would be thrusting into her hand if she wasn't sitting on him.
"Sadistic dirty lady," he jokes. Wanting to tease back, his hands move up to grope her breasts. They're a bit sticky because of the chocolate and his cum, and he loves it. "Of course. Your reaction to the cold fingers will haunt me in my dreams, how was I supposed not to get hard while seeing you like that? And here you are now, wearing my shirt and the stains of my seed..." He pinches her nipples. "Madenning."
Oh, she likes teasing him, especially when he teases her back. Midge hums happily when he grabs her breasts.
“You came all over me, you dirty boy,” she says. “You came so hard. You’re such a good boy for me.” Midge finally sinks down on his cock, a moan leaving her mouth. “Will you keep being a good boy and do as I ask?”
The sensation to move is strong, but Midge resists for the moment, wanting to let him feel all of her warm cunt wrapped around him.
His whole body shivers when she calls him both a dirty and a good boy, nails digging into her breasts a little. She's taking control, and that already is hot as fuck on its own. But taking control while wearing his shirt? The most erotic thing he's seen in his life, and he means it.
Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
He loves it when she takes control, and his writhing and needy whimpers only make it more enjoyable for her. “Good boy,” she says again before she starts to rock on top of him. “Your Magnificence? That’s a new one.”
Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
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Midge eagerly wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in order to keep her steady. She gasps when he lays her down on the table and gratefully takes his shirt to use as a pillow. It smells like him and it’s one of his frilly ones. She might steal it.
The chocolate syrup is still a bit cold on warm skin while she lets him paint her lips. Midge licks at it instinctively. “Maybe I should try brown lipstick.”
The kiss leaves her licking chocolate off of his tongue. She hums her pleasure against his mouth and sifts her fingers through his hair.
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When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
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When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
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There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
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Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
lmk if you need me to cut the tag earlier because she protests
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
all good!
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
they should learn from her
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.
take notes, but they can’t have her man
The orgasm hits her hard and Midge arches her back, her body shaking as wave after wave crashes over it. Jaskier is so fucking good at this. Her own hand doesn’t even come close.
Her moans echo off the walls of the kitchen before she falls back onto the table, panting for breath.
they become sex education teachers
Perfection.
Once she falls back, Jaskier finally lets go and walks to the other end of the table, his cock already half-hard. He kneels by her head and cups her cheek to kiss her softly before grinning.
"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you liked that."
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Midge reaches up and puts her hand on the back of his head as they kiss, her tasting chocolate and her own fluids on his mouth.
“This won’t shock you, but I’ve never done that before. The ice thing, at least. It was… different.”
Not sure if it was her favorite, but it certainly made for an interesting experience.
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Jaskier doesn't let go of her cheek while kissing her, and even when they pull away, he still keeps it there, gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. He just likes touching her and looking at her when she looks so nicely fucked.
"Glad to hear it. I love playing with sensations like that." Which explains how he enjoys leaving some fine fabrics between their bodies. "Well, most sensations. I didn't enjoy candle wax. But I'll try it on you if you're ever curious." He pokes her nose. "You were my first chocolate sex, my sweet lady."
that’s more like it
“Not sure if I’d like candle wax either,” Midge replies. “Glad to be a first of yours. You were my first chocolate sex too, though not my first time having sex on a kitchen table.”
Taking his hand, Midge sits up and gets off of the table. She picks up his shirt and puts it on.
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He interrupts himself when he sees her wearing his shirt. His eyes widen and his cock gets a little harder. Their size difference makes the shirt big on her, covering her ass but still showing off those fantastic legs. She looks cute, playful, and smells like him.
"Fuck," he says after licking his lips. "You gorgeous--"
Jaskier takes a step as he reaches for her, but he doesn't see the orange on the floor from the bowl he pushed earlier. That one step is all he needs to accidentally step on the poor fruit and fall on his back.
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
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Then he’s slipping on an orange like he’s in a cartoon.
It’s funny, him laying there on the kitchen floor with his cock sticking up in the air, but he might have seriously hurt himself. Midge leans over him and offers her hand.
“Shit, are you okay?”
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"Sorry, but the doctor recommended affection from a gorgeous woman to get rid of the pain. You better love me properly or I shall die here on the kitchen floor."
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“Is that so?” Midge tosses one leg over his body and then straddles him, sitting on his lower abdomen. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death.”
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"I would have to come back just to haunt you," he replies as his hands fall on her thighs to rub them, his blue eyes admiring the view. His shirt is open just enough in the middle to let him see her sideboobs. It's incredibly erotic. "Fuck, look at you. Mesmerizing. Obscene. Provoking. You truly will drive me insane."
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Reaching down between them, Midge grasps his cock and positions it at her opening, though she doesn’t slide it in yet. “You got so hard while eating me out. And I think you like seeing me wear your shirt.”
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Jaskier curses when she grabs his cock and his body wiggles a bit - he would be thrusting into her hand if she wasn't sitting on him.
"Sadistic dirty lady," he jokes. Wanting to tease back, his hands move up to grope her breasts. They're a bit sticky because of the chocolate and his cum, and he loves it. "Of course. Your reaction to the cold fingers will haunt me in my dreams, how was I supposed not to get hard while seeing you like that? And here you are now, wearing my shirt and the stains of my seed..." He pinches her nipples. "Madenning."
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“You came all over me, you dirty boy,” she says. “You came so hard. You’re such a good boy for me.” Midge finally sinks down on his cock, a moan leaving her mouth. “Will you keep being a good boy and do as I ask?”
The sensation to move is strong, but Midge resists for the moment, wanting to let him feel all of her warm cunt wrapped around him.
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Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.
"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."
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Midge anchors her hands on his chest as she moves, taking him in to the hilt with every thrust downwards. She’s never fucked on a kitchen floor before.
“Play with my tits… keep pinching my nipples.” She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward.
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