Inspired by his gusto, Yennefer eases into how his hips rock, keeping her mouth steady, lips plush and cushioned. The length and fit at this angle is worth maneuvering for. And it challenges her own breathing. Right now through the nose with hums and deeper, muffled sound. He makes her mouth water, salty, warm and hard at last. Saliva makes the motion smooth. Smooth for her mouth, smooth for her hand. A simulation of fucking. Yes, she will take care of him. Her fingers curl around the base of his cock to stroke what she cannot fit of him right now.

She'd like to. The night has more hours to it.

More firmly planted over his face and with more direct exposure to his kiss, Yennefer's attention is being challenged. No space at all between them. Just his beautiful mouth on the open bloom of her sex, drinking deeply of her. No flavor of cherries, not this time. His cock slips from her mouth. Lower, longer soft sounds tumble from her as Jaskier's attentions have her on the brink. "Yes, mmmm....don't-don't stop." Her thighs, her buttocks, her sex clenches beneath his lips and she is swept away.