"Fuck. Forget about the noises, the way you say my name will always be the best music you can make."
His fingers sneak between her thighs and tease her folds, keeping it light and easy for now. Jaskier captures Midge's lips in a soft but long kiss, making sure to taste her properly and leave her breathless.
She moans softly when she feels him starting to touch her folds, and her legs part easily for his hand. When the kiss breaks, Midge pants softly against his lips.
“Take me to the bed,” she breathes. “Lay me down and put your head between my legs.” Her arousal rises with each stroke of his fingers.
"Mmmh." He pretends to think very hard about it. "It's true, I haven't had dessert yet. But wouldn't it be rude to leave before the song ends?"
Jaskier's determined to drive her crazy again. He makes her whirl once more and as soon as she returns to his arms, his hands go back to teasing her cunt, lightly caressing her entrance under the robe. She'll feel his own robe starting to gain a tent, too.
“I know you’re so concerned about your reputation,” Midge says. “It’s not as if you’re saying that just to tease me.”
His hand under her robe feels fantastic, and she has half a mind to just stand here and let him touch her to orgasm. Her hips rock back against his hand, trying to get more contact. She can feel his hard cock against her thigh.
"Me? Tease you?" He bats his eyelashes with his best innocent face. "Never! What could've possibly given you that idea?"
Suddenly, Jaskier picks Midge up, wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing her thoroughly. Now his hand has better access and can rub her cunt properly, continuing the teasing while he rocks them around the kitchen.
Jaskier chuckles at her yelping, glad to be proven right about the cute noises she makes. When they break the kiss, he continues to kiss her face and neck, this time with slower, open-mouthed kisses.
"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
She asked for the bed, but this will do. It’s spontaneous, sexy. Midge perches on the edge of the counter, gripping it on either side of her.
“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
Always so wet, so eager, so ready. The way she opens her thighs for him is maddening on its own. Jaskier takes a deep breath, letting her taste and her smell flood his senses, almost getting high on it. He answers her question with a hum as he licks from the very bottom to the top, stopping there to suck on her clit for a second before pulling back.
He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
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His fingers sneak between her thighs and tease her folds, keeping it light and easy for now. Jaskier captures Midge's lips in a soft but long kiss, making sure to taste her properly and leave her breathless.
"Tell me what you want, dear."
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“Take me to the bed,” she breathes. “Lay me down and put your head between my legs.” Her arousal rises with each stroke of his fingers.
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Jaskier's determined to drive her crazy again. He makes her whirl once more and as soon as she returns to his arms, his hands go back to teasing her cunt, lightly caressing her entrance under the robe. She'll feel his own robe starting to gain a tent, too.
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His hand under her robe feels fantastic, and she has half a mind to just stand here and let him touch her to orgasm. Her hips rock back against his hand, trying to get more contact. She can feel his hard cock against her thigh.
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Suddenly, Jaskier picks Midge up, wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing her thoroughly. Now his hand has better access and can rub her cunt properly, continuing the teasing while he rocks them around the kitchen.
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When he picks her up, Midge yelps and holds on to him tightly. Her lips press hotly against his as his finger slip between her folds.
Midge pulls back to breathe and moan softly. “You love to make me come, don’t you?”
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"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
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“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
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He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.