It takes him a few moments to reply because his mouth has closed around one of her tits to suck it eagerly, his tongue continuously playing with her nipple. He's glad that he's staying next to her instead of top because this way he can admire the way her hand is starting to go deeper. Just perfect.
Jaskier lets go of her tit with a pop sound and licks his lips before talking.
"Two lovely requests. And easily achievable, too. It seems we have the idea for our first mid-week quickie," he replies while his hands keep playing with her nipples, not giving her a single second as a break. "What else? No need to be shy, there's nothing I haven't heard before. It doesn't have to be dirty, either. Romance is a hell of an aphrodisiac." Now his mouth can take care of her other breast with as much gusto.
Her moans fill the air around them as he continues to play with her breasts. They’re so sensitive that she really does think he can make her come just by touching them.
“I want to go on a date with you,” she says, opting for the romantic piece for a moment. “Take me out for the night and show me off. I want to cuddle with you under the stars. I want you to write me a song.”
Her fingers find her clit and start to touch it in gentle circles.
Her moans always are beautiful music, and by having his hands on her chest, Jaskier feels like he really is playing her like an instrument. This time, though, his mouth lets go sooner to look up at her with a soft smile. Sure, hearing her say that she'll touch herself to what he writes is hot as fuck, but hearing her ask for her own song is something else. Many people have asked for songs, but it's different when it comes from the heart.
"You truly are an absolute sweetheart," he says before kissing her softly. "We'll go on all the dates."
Once again, his hands never leave her breasts - that original plan isn't getting canceled any time soon. But if she wants a song? He'll give her a song. It's easier to sing for her in bed when he isn't in the middle of fucking, although his cock is starting to wake up. He buries his mouth in her ear and--
"♫ She brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay And when they're sure no-one can hear them He'll turn to her and say, he'll turn to her and say It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you It's not fair, because you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something ♫"
She laughs at the lyrics that he’s making up, though they’re as sweet as they are amusing. Midge closes her eyes and concentrates on the sound of his voice and the words of love that he’s singing.
“I love you,” she says with a smile.
Her fingers keep moving over her clit, but she’s still not stroking very hard. It’s enough to feel good without giving her an orgasm.
“That time you fucked me on my knees, when you kept teasing me, telling me not to touch myself… I loved that.” Surely he was able to tell. “I want to do that again.”
She glances down between them. “Is your cock getting hard again.”
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Jaskier lets go of her tit with a pop sound and licks his lips before talking.
"Two lovely requests. And easily achievable, too. It seems we have the idea for our first mid-week quickie," he replies while his hands keep playing with her nipples, not giving her a single second as a break. "What else? No need to be shy, there's nothing I haven't heard before. It doesn't have to be dirty, either. Romance is a hell of an aphrodisiac." Now his mouth can take care of her other breast with as much gusto.
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“I want to go on a date with you,” she says, opting for the romantic piece for a moment. “Take me out for the night and show me off. I want to cuddle with you under the stars. I want you to write me a song.”
Her fingers find her clit and start to touch it in gentle circles.
(by the Amazing Devil)
"You truly are an absolute sweetheart," he says before kissing her softly. "We'll go on all the dates."
Once again, his hands never leave her breasts - that original plan isn't getting canceled any time soon. But if she wants a song? He'll give her a song. It's easier to sing for her in bed when he isn't in the middle of fucking, although his cock is starting to wake up. He buries his mouth in her ear and--
"♫ She brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair
And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay
And when they're sure no-one can hear them
He'll turn to her and say, he'll turn to her and say
It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you
It's not fair, because you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something ♫"
Busting out Joey’s own music
“I love you,” she says with a smile.
Her fingers keep moving over her clit, but she’s still not stroking very hard. It’s enough to feel good without giving her an orgasm.
“That time you fucked me on my knees, when you kept teasing me, telling me not to touch myself… I loved that.” Surely he was able to tell. “I want to do that again.”
She glances down between them. “Is your cock getting hard again.”