Finally, there's some sense of relief. Not a complete ease, but the edge of terror is rounded by her kiss. The words offer some comfort as well; he was doing right, helping her in a way that she didn't know to ask for. It makes him feel...he isn't sure.

All he knows is he wants to get back to kissing her. He needs to be closer, to feel her in his arms and pressed against him. Sweeney twists more, wrapping his arm around her as he shifts, trying to urge her up on his lap. It may not be the most graceful of endeavors, but it gets the job done.

Then it's easy to fall into her kisses, his own deep and warm, hungry but in a way that's different from his overwhelming urge to get his prick inside her. Which isn't to say that his hands don't instinctively slide up under her shirt, spread flat against her skin as he urges her to stay close.