"So possessive," he teases with a chuckle. "If I blink, I'll find you sitting on the drums during the wedding party." Just keeping her cousins away from her man.
"You don't?" He asks with genuine surprise. "You're naturally pretty, but you also put a lot of effort into going from pretty to striking. You know what you have, and how to show it off. And I like that. There's something inherently erotic about a woman who embraces her beauty with grace but also pride."
Jaskier kisses her shoulders before falling to his knees - he's still bigger than her, so he doesn't disappear completely, but he thinks this is enough to get the desired effect: he wants Midge to be the thing in the mirror, for her to truly look at herself.
His hands continue to roam as he drops kisses on her back. His fingers sometimes sneak to the front to squeeze her tits again or caress her belly.
"Their ears hear your jokes, but their eyes devour you. They wish they could give you an orgasm worthy of the stage." Calloused fingers wrap around her thighs to keep her in place, and Jaskier lowers his body more to sit on his heels. Now he can kiss both her buttcheeks and even nibble on one to make a cute little hickey.
“Can’t have them noticing how hot you look with no shirt on,” she murmurs. “Though I’m not sure why your shirt would be off…” Doesn’t matter, the point stands. He’s hers.
“Jaskier…” His compliments are beautiful to hear, as is the sight of him dropping to his knees behind her. Midge’s eyes focus on her own form now, and she guesses that he’s right. She does put a lot of work into her appearance, and it seems to be paying off.
A soft moan escapes her when he starts to nibble on her ass. It’s hard to touch him when he’s behind her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. Reaching back, Midge digs her hands in his hair again, tugging on it this time.
Her moan is beautiful music for his ears, and he moans in return when she tugs his hair. Fuck, he loves the feeling of her nails on his skin. His hands separate her buttcheeks just enough to bury his tongue and lick down until he makes it to her cunt. Tasting both her skin and the lingerie drives his senses crazy.
As his hands return to her thighs to hold her in place, he licks the fabric covering her entrance, just short little movements to start teasing her as foreplay.
The moan is louder when he starts to explore her with his tongue and she shudders as he moves down between her legs. Her panties are already wet; she’s been wet all day thinking about him. Midge tries to shift, wanting his tongue on her clit, but his hands are holding her hips fast.
“I see… a dark-haired woman. Pretty. Full lips… Porcelain skin. Dressed in something she never thought she’d wear, but it looks good on her. The man she’s wearing it for loves how it looks. He makes her feel incredibly sexy and he’s able to turn her on with just a look. Her nipples are already hard and her cunt is already wet for him.”
Jaskier's already fully hard, which is not surprising: he can taste and smell Midge's arousal, and that always tickles his brain with the most sensual delight. His lips can't stop smiling against her cunt as he hears the description - he loves hearing Midge admit she's doing something she never thought she'd do and that he makes her feel good about herself. It's exactly what she needs.
His teeth pull the panties to the side so his tongue can lap her folds, but it only lasts a second before he pulls away.
"Hard nipples, mmh? Would you play with them for me? I'm a little busy down here."
He then spreads her legs before lying down on the floor, crawling between her feet before resting on his back. Midge will see his head peeking out at the front with a huge grin.
"You've been standing for too long, dear." He taps his chin. "Take a seat."
Her moan is deep and full of need when she feels him take her panties in his teeth. The tease of his tongue leaves her feeling delightfully frustrated. Midge loves it.
Doing as he asks, she caresses her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of the lingerie, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Midge huffs a laugh when Jaskier asks her to sit down on his face. She carefully gets down on her knees, straddling his head. “Let me know if I need to get up,” she tells him.
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"You don't?" He asks with genuine surprise. "You're naturally pretty, but you also put a lot of effort into going from pretty to striking. You know what you have, and how to show it off. And I like that. There's something inherently erotic about a woman who embraces her beauty with grace but also pride."
Jaskier kisses her shoulders before falling to his knees - he's still bigger than her, so he doesn't disappear completely, but he thinks this is enough to get the desired effect: he wants Midge to be the thing in the mirror, for her to truly look at herself.
His hands continue to roam as he drops kisses on her back. His fingers sometimes sneak to the front to squeeze her tits again or caress her belly.
"Their ears hear your jokes, but their eyes devour you. They wish they could give you an orgasm worthy of the stage." Calloused fingers wrap around her thighs to keep her in place, and Jaskier lowers his body more to sit on his heels. Now he can kiss both her buttcheeks and even nibble on one to make a cute little hickey.
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“Jaskier…” His compliments are beautiful to hear, as is the sight of him dropping to his knees behind her. Midge’s eyes focus on her own form now, and she guesses that he’s right. She does put a lot of work into her appearance, and it seems to be paying off.
A soft moan escapes her when he starts to nibble on her ass. It’s hard to touch him when he’s behind her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. Reaching back, Midge digs her hands in his hair again, tugging on it this time.
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As his hands return to her thighs to hold her in place, he licks the fabric covering her entrance, just short little movements to start teasing her as foreplay.
"Tell me what you see, love."
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“I see… a dark-haired woman. Pretty. Full lips… Porcelain skin. Dressed in something she never thought she’d wear, but it looks good on her. The man she’s wearing it for loves how it looks. He makes her feel incredibly sexy and he’s able to turn her on with just a look. Her nipples are already hard and her cunt is already wet for him.”
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His teeth pull the panties to the side so his tongue can lap her folds, but it only lasts a second before he pulls away.
"Hard nipples, mmh? Would you play with them for me? I'm a little busy down here."
He then spreads her legs before lying down on the floor, crawling between her feet before resting on his back. Midge will see his head peeking out at the front with a huge grin.
"You've been standing for too long, dear." He taps his chin. "Take a seat."
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Doing as he asks, she caresses her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of the lingerie, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Midge huffs a laugh when Jaskier asks her to sit down on his face. She carefully gets down on her knees, straddling his head. “Let me know if I need to get up,” she tells him.
Gently, she lowers herself onto his mouth.