Her eyes drift closed as his fingers make their wandering way, feeling every touch, every trace, every sensation the sweetest torture as he got closer and closer to the ache between her legs.

Then he's touching her, so gentle, and Joan breathes a soft moan, her hips shifting ever so slightly against his hand. Then his touch grows firmer, and her body is responding in kind, her hips moving, chasing his touch, then as it gets more intense her hips are bucking. Joan bites her lip hard to try to stifle a whimpering moan that she cannot suppress, and her hands grip and twist the sheets.