He doesn't suck her fingers clean, but the act leaves the taste of her on his lips. When she draws back, Sweeney happily brings his freed hand to her sex, allowing the tips of his two middle fingers to slide smoothly over her skin, slicking them without penetrating her deeper than the first knuckle.

She's fucking radiant, and he knows he can't leave her wanting. Bending to kiss her, he presses deeper into her, stroking slowly as he works his way in. Sweeney makes sure to cup her at an angle to keep his thumb over her clit so she can wriggle against it.

Warm and tight, the feel of her only reminds him of all that he's missed. The image that kept him company in his time away doesn't start to do her justice, any more than his hand does when it offers proxy to the clench of her cunt. There's nothing like the real thing.