Midge laughs breathlessly at his words. “So smug,” she huffs before kissing him, a long, slow kiss. When she pulls back, she speaks again. “I enjoyed it a lot.” Just so he’s perfectly clear about that.

She appreciates that he’s giving her a moment to rest after such a strong orgasm, but she hasn’t forgotten about him. Although, for a moment, she did forget that they were in a car. The sight of the half-fogged windows brings her back to that reality.

“How do you want me?” She asks him. “In your lap like this? On my back? From behind?” It’s his choice after making her feel so fucking good.