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."
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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."
sex experts
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.
sex fiends
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."