"I don't have mine here. Yet, I suppose." He hopes so, at the very least. That's why he's taking those classes after all. "My poem and song collections were under my name. The naughty and the political stuff was anonymous."
He grins when her legs part - he loves how she's always up for another round. It's everything he wants in a partner. His fingers rub her panties, keeping it light for now. "That does sound like a plan. Mayhaps you could sit on my cock, too?"
Midge imagines him writing anonymous diatribes about American politics, but then he keeps talking — and touching — and she gets distracted.
“I suppose that I could literally sit on it. I want you to put your fingers inside me and touch that spot while I rub my clit. Then I want to get on my hands and knees and have you fuck me from behind…”
Suddenly, Midge blushes. “Sorry. Is that… do I sound selfish?” She doesn’t want this to be all about her, after all.
She paints an amazing scenario, and Jaskier is already licking his lips in anticipation. But then she's blushing, and the sudden whiplash takes him by such surprise that he can't help but laugh.
"You're so cute when you blush," he says as he lays her down on the mattress and starts showering her with kisses. "I love it when you ask for things. I love it when you're not afraid of being descriptive. I love it when you're horny. Worry not, my dear, you'll have my fingers - I meant that I would finger your and then fuck you." More and more kisses. "I do like taking you from behind, but I'm not sure of how much of my cock you'll see in the mirror then." Which is why he mentioned her sitting on it.
Midge breathes a little sigh of relief. She should have known that he wouldn’t mind giving her what she wants or would think it to be selfish.
The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
Jaskier hums, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his chest, but that's interrupted by a chuckle when she mentions his chest.
"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
She did. Midge sits up, grinning at his playfulness. She inhales his scent from the shirt tossed at her, then puts it aside. It’s not one of his frilly bard shirts, so she’s not going to put it on. Jaskier will mostly likely find himself one frilly shirt short after Midge leaves tomorrow morning.
Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
Noticing her eyes devouring him, Jaskier grins and poses for her, basking in all the attention. It's also... peculiar, the way she praises him. He's used to being called pretty and handsome, but she puts her attention on things that warrior bodies get, like powerful. He doesn't dislike it, it's just... new. It does feel nice.
He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
The fact that Jaskier stands next to Geralt all the time probably doesn’t do a lot to show people how nice his body is. But next to Joel or Benjamin? Jaskier is ripped. He’s pretty and handsome, but he’s also strong. Maybe because he has some effeminate mannerisms, he’s not used to being complimented on his muscles. Midge thinks he can be both delicate and strong. She loves the combination.
“Such a gentleman,” Midge replies as she sits down on his lap, facing him for now. Her hands run all over his chest and abs before moving up to his pecs and arms. “It seems that I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
Because of their plans, he doesn't expect Midge to sit facing him; he's sure as hell not complaining, though. His first instinct always is to put his hands on her waist or thighs, but then she starts touching him and he decides to keep leaning back so she can have fun (and because he loves it, obviously).
"I wouldn't want them anywhere else," he replies with a grin, his whole body shivering when she sits on top of his dick. "I love the feeling of your manicured nails scraping my skin."
Midge gently scrapes her nails over his chest while she kisses his jaw and neck. After a few minutes, her lips move to his mouth to give him a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you,” she breathes when the kiss breaks.
Midge gets off of his lap and turns around, letting Jaskier admire her ass for a moment before sitting down on top of him again. She tries to be mindful of his cock. Even if he isn’t hard, she knows he’s still sensitive.
Her legs spread open, moving around either side of his. Midge gives a soft gasp when she looks up and sees them in the mirror, her legs splayed open so that she can see everything between them.
He hums in delight as he throws his head back, giving Midge more room to do anything she wants to his neck. Considering how possessive she is, he's surprised she hasn't left any hickeys so far. When she kisses him, Jaskier finally sits up and drops his hands on her waist as he kisses back, searching for her tongue to suck on it.
"I love you too, dear."
As soon as she sits on him, Jaskier wraps his arms around her waist and drops kisses on her shoulder.
"Look at you, such a thing of beauty... opening your legs for me like the naughty girl you are." A hand reaches between her thighs and rubs her mound, letting his middle finger apply some light pressure between her folds. Just a tease for now. He nibbles her ear before speaking again in a low tone. "Just begging to be fucked. But not yet, now is it? What comes first? Remind me, love."
Midge will never be as casual in relationships as Jaskier is. Maybe it’s because of Joel cheating on her, or maybe she’s just used to having to stake her claim. Despite this, she doesn’t feel the need to mark him as hers. He seems very willing to keep coming back to her.
She watches his fingers in the mirror as they touch her folds and she can feel her heart start to race at the sight. Her pulse pounds in her cunt.
“Get your fingers nice and wet so that you can put them inside me,” she says. “Keep talking to me just like that…”
The sound of his voice, of dirty words whispered in her ear, turns her on tremendously.
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He grins when her legs part - he loves how she's always up for another round. It's everything he wants in a partner. His fingers rub her panties, keeping it light for now. "That does sound like a plan. Mayhaps you could sit on my cock, too?"
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“I suppose that I could literally sit on it. I want you to put your fingers inside me and touch that spot while I rub my clit. Then I want to get on my hands and knees and have you fuck me from behind…”
Suddenly, Midge blushes. “Sorry. Is that… do I sound selfish?” She doesn’t want this to be all about her, after all.
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"You're so cute when you blush," he says as he lays her down on the mattress and starts showering her with kisses. "I love it when you ask for things. I love it when you're not afraid of being descriptive. I love it when you're horny. Worry not, my dear, you'll have my fingers - I meant that I would finger your and then fuck you." More and more kisses. "I do like taking you from behind, but I'm not sure of how much of my cock you'll see in the mirror then." Which is why he mentioned her sitting on it.
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The kisses are sweet. While Jaskier kisses her, Midge tangles her fingers in the chain to his necklace and lifts her hand to stroke his chest.
“You’re right…” she muses. “Though I won’t see as much of your incredible chest if I’m in your lap.” Midge hums in her throat. “Actually, I think I’d rather stay in your lap and watch your cock disappear inside of me again and again.”
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"Ah, but how could I possibly withhold the pleasure of admiring my beauty?" he teases before kissing her softly. "Let's finger you, and then we shall experiment with a few positions to find the one that will grant us all."
He drops another kiss between her tits before jumping off the bed, feeling playful. He takes off his shirt and throws it at Midge's face, finally reaching complete nakedness. She wanted to see his tits, didn't she?
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Her eyes rake hungrily over his naked form. “You’re so handsome,” Midge tells him, knowing that she’s stroking his ego, but not caring. “All those muscles in your chest and stomach… I’ve never seen that many on a man before. Strong arms to hold me. Powerful thighs. Firm ass. And a perfect cock, the perfect size to fit inside me.”
She pats the bed beside her, urging him to sit down so that she can get in his lap.
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He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
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“Such a gentleman,” Midge replies as she sits down on his lap, facing him for now. Her hands run all over his chest and abs before moving up to his pecs and arms. “It seems that I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
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"I wouldn't want them anywhere else," he replies with a grin, his whole body shivering when she sits on top of his dick. "I love the feeling of your manicured nails scraping my skin."
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Midge gently scrapes her nails over his chest while she kisses his jaw and neck. After a few minutes, her lips move to his mouth to give him a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you,” she breathes when the kiss breaks.
Midge gets off of his lap and turns around, letting Jaskier admire her ass for a moment before sitting down on top of him again. She tries to be mindful of his cock. Even if he isn’t hard, she knows he’s still sensitive.
Her legs spread open, moving around either side of his. Midge gives a soft gasp when she looks up and sees them in the mirror, her legs splayed open so that she can see everything between them.
“Fuck…”
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He hums in delight as he throws his head back, giving Midge more room to do anything she wants to his neck. Considering how possessive she is, he's surprised she hasn't left any hickeys so far. When she kisses him, Jaskier finally sits up and drops his hands on her waist as he kisses back, searching for her tongue to suck on it.
"I love you too, dear."
As soon as she sits on him, Jaskier wraps his arms around her waist and drops kisses on her shoulder.
"Look at you, such a thing of beauty... opening your legs for me like the naughty girl you are." A hand reaches between her thighs and rubs her mound, letting his middle finger apply some light pressure between her folds. Just a tease for now. He nibbles her ear before speaking again in a low tone. "Just begging to be fucked. But not yet, now is it? What comes first? Remind me, love."
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She watches his fingers in the mirror as they touch her folds and she can feel her heart start to race at the sight. Her pulse pounds in her cunt.
“Get your fingers nice and wet so that you can put them inside me,” she says. “Keep talking to me just like that…”
The sound of his voice, of dirty words whispered in her ear, turns her on tremendously.