"Holy heck, you're so good at that, that feels so good.." he murmurs. "Oh boy.." A stream of compliments and gentle exclamations is all that's going through his head, and at some point he stops being aware of which ones he just thinks and which one he says out loud.

His body is aching with need, a pressure building in his groin at every movement of her lips, every flick of her tongue.

"Joan.." he whispers, a note of both warning and pleading in his voice.