The partnership is nice; a mutual dance that, while eager, isn't desperate. Time is available if it's wanted; he just isn't looking to dally. Sweeney appreciate the lift of her hips, and he sits back as he hooks two fingers in each side to catch jeans and panties in one go. The tug leads into a smooth flow where he rocks back off the end of the bed so he can get both articles off and discarded before he crawls back up on her.

He nudges a knee between hers, encouraging her to give him space between them. Sweeney finds her lips again as his broad hand slides up the outside of her thigh, tucking up under her ass to urge her off the bed and against him, if only for a passing moment. He's is no rush to get to her blouse; there's a level of cheeky delight in her in only her shirt, and him in his pants. Sweeney smiles against her skin, nuzzling and nipping his way over her jaw to her neck.