The last Josephine wanted at that point was to stop. She moved her hips every so often, the discomfort melting into pure ecstasy. Moans laced her every breath, which were growing more rapid and desperate as time went on. Her hands grasped tightly around his shoulders, but she was careful not to harm him. She lowered her lips to kiss along his jaw, then his throat, gasping and groaning with every move he made. She had never felt more alive than she did at that moment.