"I don't need a spell to make you beg. Impatient, aren't we?"
Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
That mewling sound is the most erotic music, and Jaskier can't help but thrust into her, the tip of his cock already dripping precum.
"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
"Squirming with impatience, yet begging me to slow down. What a delicious contradiction."
His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
"Whenever I want it? I can't actually keep you in my room all week long, can I? You have to go back to your family."
His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
She gives a little grunt of frustration, a noise that he will no doubt find adorable.
“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”
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Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
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Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
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"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
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“Feels so good…” she gasps. “Tease me… not ready…”
Midge doesn’t want this to be over yet. Hopefully he’s not feeling so desperate to be inside her that he doesn’t mind prolonging her pleasure a bit.
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His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
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He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
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His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
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“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”