Midge would probably curse him out if he stopped now, and she’s too lost in her own pleasure to think of his at the moment. She’ll be happy to let him take her in whatever position he wants to after she comes though. Hopefully, she’ll be able to come again when he’s inside of her.

Robert isn’t the teasing type, so Midge isn’t worried that he will suddenly withdraw his hand, though she still rides his fingers like they might disappear.

“God, yes. I love it,” she tells him. “I’m gonna come for you…”

Midge can feel herself on the precipice. A few more strokes of his fingers and she’ll fall over the edge.