Sweeney does his best to content himself with kissing her, but the closer she gets, the harder it is for him to focus, and at some point, he's mostly just grazing her lips as he pants against them. Fuck, he loves taking her, but being taken--claimed--and used to pleasure herself is like nothing else. He prays he can outlast her. The way she's working him, there's no guarantee.

Perhaps it's that wait that has him subconsciously picking up his attention against her clit, stroking her more properly in unison with each thrust.

Please please please please...