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As soon as Yennefer opened the bathroom door, the sharp scent of pot nearly smacked her in the face. Sighing and wrapping her hair in her towel, she padded out to the living room and prepared her best disappointed face. Geralt was settled down right where she left him, only now with a half-smoked joint hanging from one hand as he rested his head on the back of the couch and spread his arms wide. Even facing away from her he was a delicious sight, with slightly tanned shoulders and thick muscular neck practically begging her to mark him up. But he had started without her, she couldn’t exactly reward him for misbehaving.
“What happened to waiting for me?” she called from the hallway, leaning on the arched entry with her arms crossed over her chest.
Geralt rolled his head to the side, a sly grin spreading across his face as his eyes roamed over her naked body at least twice before he answered, “You took too long.”
Yennefer faked a pout as she sauntered to stand in front of him with one foot on the couch cushion, plucking the joint out of his hand as she moved, “But feel my legs,” she whispered before taking a long pull.
Biting his lip, Geralt delicately dragged his calloused fingertips over her shin, eyes wide and shining with excitement. He was decidedly not a picky man and never made a comment on the state of her legs, but Yennefer knew his affinity for the softer things in life. As tough as he tried to be, Geralt was a sucker for the creature comforts and Yennefer relished the look of awe and wonder whenever he ran his hands or lips or cock over her freshly shaved and smooth skin.
As she slowly exhaled, she laced her fingers through his hair, dragging her nails over his scalp like he always loved, “Worth the wait?”
Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the inside of her knee and running his palm along the outside of her thigh as he sighed, “Absolutely.” When he reached the curve of her ass he squeezed and ran his hand back down her leg as he kissed his way up her thigh. As she took another drag, she could almost feel the faint tickle of a body high in her limbs, nowhere near what Geralt must be feeling if he got through so much so quickly.
Even so, his kisses on the inside of her thigh made her toes curl.
Resting his cheek on top of her knee and watching his fingers trail across her thigh, Geralt hummed, “Did you exfoliate too?”
“Mhm,” she answered, holding her breath for just a little bit longer as her fingers carded through his hair.
“ Fuck ,” he whispered, trailing his hand over her other thigh and hip, resting on her waist as he looked up at her with his signature puppy eyes, “Can I?”
Yennefer took a moment to look him over as if she’d really deny him, noticing the growing tent in his sweats with a little surge of pride, “Those pesky callouses getting in your way?” when Geralt just licked his lips and nodded, squeezing her hip ever so slightly, she continued, “Pick out a pillow, sweet thing.”
Scrambling to stand, Geralt knocked Yennefer off balance only to catch her and spin them around so her back was now to the couch before stealing a kiss. He chose his favorite pillow that Yennefer had had to restuff when the knee dents had become permanent fixtures and shucked his sweats before he settled on the ground in front of her.
Gods, his eyes would be the death of her, far too big and pleading for a man of his age and far too pretty. To say they were yellow was a gross simplification, the different shades of gold and amber and warm brown were hypnotizing sometimes. She could and had stared at them for hours.
Maybe she was catching up to him after all.
Blinking for a little clarity, she let herself fall back onto the couch, placing one leg between Geralt’s knees, almost touching his cock now standing full, but not quite close enough. She nodded to him before bringing the joint to her lips once more, never taking her eyes off him. The tingling body high was now in full swing as Geralt leaned forward to leave soft kisses all over her leg. As he rocked forward to kiss her thigh, his cock brushed her shin and a guttural groan bubbled up from his chest. Every sensation went straight to her core in this state, especially Geralt’s groans and especially when his lips were pressed against her inner thighs.
Tipping her towel off her head she gripped his hair with the other hand to get him to look at her, “Worry about me later. Just enjoy it.”
With the quiet permission, Geralt's hips rolled forward and his eyes rolled back in his head as his cock dragged over the silky smooth skin of her shin.
When they’d first done this she was shocked at just how arousing it was to watch him rut against her. Now she relished the way she throbbed as Geralt panted against her thigh, as he used a hand to trap his cock against her leg. He made sure to ‘feel her all over’ as he called it, pressing every surface of his cock to her leg and leaning back when he was close to drag the tip of his cock over her skin.
Every brush of skin and gentle grip of his hands and sloppy kiss sent pulses through her and she found herself sighing along with his moans.
“M’close,” Geralt gasped, now rutting into the small gap he’d made between his hand and her shin.
Ashing the joint in the tray behind the couch, Yennefer used her other hand to guide his head to lay on her thigh while she played with his hair, “Take what you need.”
Almost from muscle memory alone, Yennefer slowly brought the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply as Geralt whimpered and painted her leg in his cum. He was absolutely mesmerizing, eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open and mouth open in a sustained moan punctuated with each snap of his hips. The way his hair tickled her thigh and the warmth seemed to spread up her leg and through her whole body made her gasp and stare at him with her mouth open in a silent soft ‘oh’.
Smoke clouded her vision as she exhaled and by the time it truly cleared, Geralt was nearly boneless, cheek still pressed to her thigh and hands cradling her thigh.
“Oh, baby , come here” Yennefer cooed, guiding him up onto his knees and stretching toward her with a finger hooked under his chin, “You alright?”
A dopey smile graced Geralt’s features as he nodded, still a little breathless. Yennefer smiled back, taking one last drag from the joint and sealing her lips to Geralt’s, breathing the smoke into his lungs. Little white tendrils floated up between them when they parted and Geralt hummed until it turned into a giggle.
“That good?” Yennefer teased, joining in his laughter until he stole another kiss.
“Let me show you how good,” he rumbled, plucking the now teeny little roach out of her hand and smushing it in the ashtray. She raised her eyebrows in a challenge as he snaked his hands behind her ass and pulled her forward on the couch so he had easy access between her thighs. Kissing just below her belly button, he winked up at her before moving lower.
He showed her several times before they tired out, both covered in sweat and each other’s cum. Yennefer needed another shower, but fuck it was worth it.