She does moan, because it’s been a long time since she’s been fucked against a wall and Robert’s doing it so expertly. Midge holds on for dear life, her hips rising to meet his as much as she can. There’s not much for her to do in this position, but she thinks that might be by design. He’s taken charge and he wants her to relax and enjoy herself.

She rests her forehead against his, panting lightly. “Robert…” Her blue eyes bore into his, seeing the lust and desire there. “You feel so good.”