Midge’s stockings are still on, but she’s not terribly concerned about them. They’ll come off eventually.
Her hands run over his chest and she lets out a ragged breath. She wants to feel his hands all over her body. Midge is used to a bit more chatter in bed, but Robert is much more stoic. She won’t push him to talk, but hopefully he won’t mind if she has a few things to say.
“Robert…” Midge picks up one of his hands and kisses the back of it before moving it down between their bodies, below her waist and between her legs. “Touch me?”
Not only does she just enjoy the idea of him touching her, she wants to show him how wet she is for him, how aroused he makes her. Robert doesn’t seem to doubt it at this stage, but she wants him to feel the tangible proof.
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Her hands run over his chest and she lets out a ragged breath. She wants to feel his hands all over her body. Midge is used to a bit more chatter in bed, but Robert is much more stoic. She won’t push him to talk, but hopefully he won’t mind if she has a few things to say.
“Robert…” Midge picks up one of his hands and kisses the back of it before moving it down between their bodies, below her waist and between her legs. “Touch me?”
Not only does she just enjoy the idea of him touching her, she wants to show him how wet she is for him, how aroused he makes her. Robert doesn’t seem to doubt it at this stage, but she wants him to feel the tangible proof.