His toes curl in his boots as he struggles to keep his focus and thumb in place. Fuck, she doesn't make it easy. Sweeney grits his teeth as she pushes her pace, but that only means his short breaths are accented with the occasional snarl. The attempts at remaining pressed to the bed are starting to fail, and his hips thrust up to meet her every few strokes.

Sweeney strains his chest, trying to get his mouth up to her skin; lips, neck, breasts; he's not that picky. He just wants to experience her with every sense he can manage.