The smallest of whimpers escapes me and I stare at Joe with need clear on my face, hips pushing up into his hand. "Joe, please, more. Harder. Please." I'm desperate and I need more, but I don't really need much before it'll all be too much.

Oh god, how does Joe Liebgott manage to overwhelm me so wholly? "Joe," I gasp. "Liebgott. Please."