Something like a burst of warmth blossoms at my chest and it catches me off-guard as to how pleasant it feels, how safe and welcoming and how much I can relax in Joe's arms, kissing him and parting my lips as a moan escapes me at the stretch inside, at his fingers. "Joe," I whine softly against the kiss. "Liebling," I get out with a hitch, shifting to try and push forward to coax his fingers deeper.