"Stables in my world are like cars here. We went there because there were no better choices. I don't recommend it. Hay gets everywhere."
He laughs pretty hard at that and kisses her finger. "Oh yes, I've been all over Oxenfurt. Picturing you sitting with no panties on a classroom desk is a delightful mental picture that my academic heart is now craving. How dare you taunt me like this!" He's teasing, not really mad. "Mayhaps you should pick me up after typing classes."
She laughs at his faux outrage. “I’ll bet we could sneak into an empty classroom at Columbia. I know the math building pretty well.” Abe worked there for as long as she can remember.
“You want me to be your precocious student, huh?” Midge asks breathily. “One who wants to learn allll about poetry from her hot professor, but also heard that he’s written some very naughty verses?”
"My sweet goddess, you hold priceless knowledge! You shall guide us after our next date." He bets the science building hasn't seen as much fucking as the arts one, so it's their duty to do something.
Jaskier laughs again, loving how she's learning to embrace creativity to bring to their sex lives. With him having all the experience, he ends up making most of the requests, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her.
"I like the way you think," he replies before flipping their bodies so she's on the mattress. Jaskier puts her hands on either side of her head and grins down at her. "Such a naughty lady like you would steal my erotic manuscripts from my desk to see what she's missing."
"And what will I find when you give them back, mmh? Your wet fingerprints?"
Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
“Smeared ink from my fluids,” she replies. “Surely you wouldn’t be shocked that your words would make me so horny that I would need to touch myself?”
Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
"Fuck." It's a very heartfelt curse. The idea of someone masturbating to what he writes has always been appealing. "Is that what I should do? Text you pages of erotica every day to keep you orgasming to me?"
He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."
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He laughs pretty hard at that and kisses her finger. "Oh yes, I've been all over Oxenfurt. Picturing you sitting with no panties on a classroom desk is a delightful mental picture that my academic heart is now craving. How dare you taunt me like this!" He's teasing, not really mad. "Mayhaps you should pick me up after typing classes."
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“You want me to be your precocious student, huh?” Midge asks breathily. “One who wants to learn allll about poetry from her hot professor, but also heard that he’s written some very naughty verses?”
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Jaskier laughs again, loving how she's learning to embrace creativity to bring to their sex lives. With him having all the experience, he ends up making most of the requests, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her.
"I like the way you think," he replies before flipping their bodies so she's on the mattress. Jaskier puts her hands on either side of her head and grins down at her. "Such a naughty lady like you would steal my erotic manuscripts from my desk to see what she's missing."
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She grins back up at him. “Maybe I won’t give them back until you promise to act out some of the scenes with me.”
Midge lounges beneath him, opening the shirt that she’s wearing so that he can see her tits. She arches her back just a little, pushing them up.
It’s amazing how quickly each of them can turn the other on.
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Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
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Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
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He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."