Her knees dig into the mattress, anchoring herself on the bed as she starts to rock on top of him. She’s glad that she feels tight around him; Midge plans to take this slow to start. Her forehead rests against his.

“Yeah?” She whispers. “I think I like hearing your voice while you’re inside me, even if you’re just growling.”

Her fingers slowly, gently, move down his back nails digging lightly into the skin.