Fuck, that smile. She's such a troublemaker. And oh, how he wants her to make all flavors of trouble when she's squirming on top of him. Her torturous roll pulls his hands instinctively to her hips, eager to keep the pressure against him.
But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.
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But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.