It's a good thing he has stamina, and that Midge doesn't mind his calloused fingers. Not that it matters much with how slick his fingers are.

There is no way he is going to stop. Watching her move to get her pleasure is as intoxicating as the best whiskey. He can't help himself going just a little bit faster as she gets closer to the edge.

"Come on, Midge," he growls. "Come for me."