Fucking hell. The feeling of her hand above his, silently requesting for it to tighten, makes it all too easy to acquiesce. Sweeney squeezes, increasing the pressure gradually, if a bit unevenly while he tries not to grind too eagerly against her.

When she growls in satisfaction, he grins and bites at her ear, trapping the lobe between his teeth.

There she is.

But really...why not be greedy? Sweeney doesn't actually think that hard on the idea, he's just doing: not letting up with his pace. He'd love to pry another from her before he has to submit to his own lust. Maybe he'll make it, maybe he won't, but in the meantime he's savoring every twitch around him.

He releases her ear, but only so he can claim her neck, clamping hard to keep her in place while getting her to squirm more.