The gasp is genuine this time when he flips her onto her back. While his mouth and hands caress her body, Midge basks under the attention.
“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
He hums his approval of the tugging, always enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair. Jaskier lets his hands roam and seek all the spots on her body that make her squirm.
"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
She lets out a shuddering breath as she feels her arousal start to grow. This is one of the things she missed most about being in a relationship — this kind of physical intimacy and closeness with another person.
“I want you to make love to me,” Midge says softly. “I want to feel you so deep and I want you to come inside me.”
"Is that so?" he teases before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
His hands open her legs so he can position his cock against her cunt, just teasing her by rubbing the head against her arousal. She's always so wet for him, it drives him crazy.
"Like that? Or more like--" He slides his throbbing cock inside her, slowly and gently, yet he only does it half way. "-that? Ah, but you did say deep..." His cock finishes entering her, his balls hitting the bottom of her butt. He doesn't move yet, just kisses her to give her a moment.
Jaskier became hard in what seemed like 60 seconds flat. People can say what they want about men over 40, but Jaskier doesn't seem to be having any problems.
Midge eagerly spreads her legs for him. She squirms when he stops halfway inside of her, even though she knows that he's teasing. When he finally puts his whole cock in, she gives a satisfied moan and reaches for him.
"Just like that. Fuck, I love it when you're so deep inside me." Her lips find his again, cradling his face in her hands as they kiss. "I love you."
Jaskier wraps her legs around his waist so he can lower his body as much as possible without crushing her. She wants slow and romantic, and he shall do exactly that. Slow and romantic is pretty fucking good, Midge has excellent taste.
He starts thrusting into her slowly, letting their sweaty bodies slide against each other as well. His hand searches for Midge's to squeeze it and never stops kissing her, only pausing to moan her name, and even then he keeps their lips close.
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“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
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"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
He likes hearing her express her desires.
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“I want you to make love to me,” Midge says softly. “I want to feel you so deep and I want you to come inside me.”
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His hands open her legs so he can position his cock against her cunt, just teasing her by rubbing the head against her arousal. She's always so wet for him, it drives him crazy.
"Like that? Or more like--" He slides his throbbing cock inside her, slowly and gently, yet he only does it half way. "-that? Ah, but you did say deep..." His cock finishes entering her, his balls hitting the bottom of her butt. He doesn't move yet, just kisses her to give her a moment.
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Midge eagerly spreads her legs for him. She squirms when he stops halfway inside of her, even though she knows that he's teasing. When he finally puts his whole cock in, she gives a satisfied moan and reaches for him.
"Just like that. Fuck, I love it when you're so deep inside me." Her lips find his again, cradling his face in her hands as they kiss. "I love you."
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Jaskier wraps her legs around his waist so he can lower his body as much as possible without crushing her. She wants slow and romantic, and he shall do exactly that. Slow and romantic is pretty fucking good, Midge has excellent taste.
He starts thrusting into her slowly, letting their sweaty bodies slide against each other as well. His hand searches for Midge's to squeeze it and never stops kissing her, only pausing to moan her name, and even then he keeps their lips close.