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Midge moans loudly as he pushes into her, reacting as much to his cock as his words. It makes her feel so happy to hear him tell her he loves her, especially when he says it first.

“I love you too,” she gasps. He always feels big when they do it in this position. “Always eager for you…”

They set a pace, Midge moving her hips back as he thrusts forward.

He said he missed her, and he meant it. Jaskier sets a quick pace, pressing Midge against the wall as he keeps on pounding into her, moaning her name into her ear. The shower may be covering them with water, yet his body still feels on fire, basking in how tight and wet she always is for him.

He also loves how perfectly she fits against his body. It's maddening - he hopes she likes being enveloped by a lover as much as he did. The hand on her waist soon moves down, letting just one finger tease her clit.

She loves it, and the water is adding another element to her pleasure. Midge puts her head back on his shoulder, whining when he teases her clit. She’s close, but not quite there yet. He’s thrusting hard into her, making her moan for him every time he fills her up.

“Your cock is so good…”

"And so is your cunt," he replies between pants. "I could stay buried in you the whole weekend and have a taste of what heaven is like."

Seeing her expose her neck like that drives him even crazier because he has to remind himself that hickeys are not allowed for the wedding. He licks the water on instead before capturing her mouth in a very clumsy kiss, needy and desperate just like his thrusts.

It’s an awkward kiss, due to their position and the thrusting, but Midge still tries to eagerly return it. She gasps into his mouth as his fingers quicken on her clit.

A moment later, the orgasm bursts inside of her. Midge cries out for him, her body stiffening against his. She lets the pleasure flow through her body like the warm water on her skin before finally slumping back and waiting for Jaskier to finish.

He isn't far behind - Midge is still in the middle of her own orgasm when Jaskier comes as well, thrusting one last time to bury his cock deep in her and come inside her, moaning against her ear. His whole body trembles as he lets his climax take over his mind, floating in that wonderful, blissful space, the closest thing to a holy experience.

Jaskier collapses on top of her after he's done, and thank the gods for the wall handling their weight while they catch their breath.

"Beach canceled, we're staying in the tub the whole day," he teases.

She loves the sensation of feeling him come inside her, even as he pushes her up against the wall as he comes down.

“Tempting,” Midge replies with a breathless laugh, “but I think you’ll regret not spending any time in the sand.” She likes the beach too, and wants to take advantage of it while they’re here.

Tilting her head back, she kisses his neck.

"You know me so well," he replies before kissing her back. Usually, he'd like to stay like this a little longer, but what Midge said is true: he's eager to go to the beach. So he gently pulls out and watches his cum leak out of her.

"Washing you first may not have been my brightest of ideas."

She watches it run down her thigh, but it’s easily washed off in the shower. Midge never minds having his cum inside her or on her anyway. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she gives him a long kiss.

“We haven’t washed you yet, unless you want to wait until you come back in from the beach. You’ll want to get all the sand off.”

The fact that she takes it so well is incredibly erotic as well, so Jaskier is thankful that his dick is resting because they don't have time for round two. He happily returns the kiss and finishes it by pecking her nose.

"I should do a quick wash to remove the horse and the sweat," he replies while reaching for the soap. "Not to mention your orgasm." Wink~

She loves having him fill her up too. Later tonight, he came come inside her however many times he wants to.

Midge scoffs playfully. “Did my orgasm make you dirty?” she asks. “You should probably wash your mouth out.”

Once he finishes lathering himself up, Midge takes the soap and washes his back.

He didn't expect her to wash him, but it's obviously extremely welcome. Jaskier drops his shoulders and lets out a content little sigh, which soon gets replaced by laughter.

"I like the smell of sex," he admits. "There's something very... raw about it." It's just not something to wear in public, which she already knows. "I joke a lot about Geralt's nose but sometimes I wish I could smell people's natural scents, too. It'd be part of their natural beauty, like their eye color and the cadence of their voice."

“Are you sure about that?” Midge asks skeptically. “I think what you’d end up smelling most of the time is body odor.” It must be hell for Geralt.

Midge rinses off Jaskier’s back, then playfully squeezes his ass.

He chuckles at the squeezing and shakes his butt for her.

"True," he admits as he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing his hair. "But it would also mean I could tell when you're smelling of me." He winks. "And don't we end up smelling people's body odor half of the time anyway?"

“You have such a cute butt,” she says.

Midge wraps her arms around him while he washes his hair.

“You want to be able to smell when I’m horny for you,” she says plainly. Which is… most of the time. “If people don’t shower or put on deodorant, sure. If things for you back home were like how things were 400 years ago here, I’ll bet people stank.”

"Indeed I do," he replies proudly with a grin as he shakes it again. Proud of his own butt, but also proud of her for saying these things. Women don't always look at men's butts. "And it's all yours to do as you please."

Thanks to their height difference, he can keep his arms high enough and not get in the way of her coming closer. He even uses the chance to kiss her forehead.

"I admit that would indeed be delightful, but I also like it when you let me know yourself. Seeing you express your desires is incredibly erotic." He gently pushes her back so he can get under the water and rinse. "Yeah, people stank. Not so much here, although it happens. The subway is pretty nasty when everyone is going home after work."

“Oh is it?” she asks slyly. “You like it when I talk dirty.”

Midge enjoy a moment of watching the water cascade down his body before speaking again.

“Oh God. Yes, particularly in the summer. You practically have to hold your breath in the subway car.”

"Like it? I love it. It's both sexy and it fills me with pride."

Once he's done, he turns off the shower and wraps his arms around Midge to lift her so they can get out. A big towel goes around her shoulders, and he uses a small one to dry her hair.

"One day, Geralt will have to kill something down there, I just know it. And the combined stench will cause this city to collapse."

Midge loves when Jaskier pampers her like this. That’s why she can’t even deny that she enjoys being treated like a princess. Fortunately, Jaskier seems to enjoy it too.

“If monsters live anywhere, it’s in the subway tunnels or the sewers,” Midge agrees.

"We've been in the sewers multiple times. Not a place I'd like to return to, but I have a feeling it's inevitable."

He then steps back to give her space and starts drying his own hair. "Why don't you get dressed first, and I'll do your hair at the end. You're very distracting when you're naked."

Giving him a seductive look, Midge drops the towel and dances out of the bathroom. She can’t not give him a little tease.

Midge puts on the new bathing suit that she bought, the one that matches his, then looks for matching accessories amongst her purchases and the items in her suitcase, then lays them out on the bed. Satisfied, she looks at herself in the mirror.

At least nobody she knows will be down at the beach to see her without makeup or her hair curled. She brushes her damp hair back with her hand, wondering what it will look like in a braid.

"Oooh, you little devious thing. I've created a monster!" And his tone says he loves it.

Jaskier dries his body pretty damn quickly and returns to the bedroom while finishing his hair. He meant it when he said that her curves are a big distraction, but he still wants to admire them before she covers them.

Once his swimsuit with the included shirt is on, he hugs Midge from behind in front of the mirror.

"Look at us, all nice and matching." He kisses her cheek. "You look beautiful with your hair down, by the way. I like it a lot. I bet you could pull off lots of different styles." He pulls back to start combing her hair. "Sooo~ Just one braid that falls on your back or shoulder? Because if you have hairpins, I can also do two thinner ones and crown them on your head."

Midge knows he loves it.

She smiles at his reflection when he wraps his arms around her from behind. Jaskier knows that she’s feeling self-conscious about how she looks, and she appreciates the compliments. He’s not lying.

Midge considers the offered options. “What would that look like?” she asks. “Do you mean you would wrap them around my head?”

"Kinda like..."

He parts her hair in two - nothing exact yet, it's very loose just as an example. He twists each half around his fingers and wraps them around her head.

"--this. Close enough. High ladies in my world often braided their hair in intricate designs. Ciri wears it like this sometimes, too, but her hair is long so it's only one braid."

“Oh,” Midge says, seeing what he means. “Okay, let’s try it. I’ve got some bobby pins in my suitcase.” She gets out the small box of hair pins and puts it on the dresser next to the mirror.

“Most often, the people you see wearing braids these days are kids.” As long as she doesn’t look like a child, Midge is willing to give it a shot.

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