Joan lets herself sink into this feeling, the best part of sex: the sensation of being wanted, of being able to give someone pleasure. She pants, breathing hard the whole time, but her gasps become sobs when he gets closer, when she has to support some of his weight. Her arms shake a little, lost in fatigue and desire. She doesn't want this to ever end, but it's about to.

"Come in me." It's stupid for a variety of reasons, but she wants it.