Holy hell, the sounds she makes. Between those and the way her cunt clings to him, it's like being lost at sea. Sweeney struggles for focus, but the sensation keeps knocking him off-kilter. It doesn't help that he can't drive. On top of that, he can't even properly tug her hips without spikes of pain. So her orgasm is a gift, but also dumps him in an unfamiliar realm of vulnerability. She's giggling, and he's aching. Desperately.

"More--please--" Then he remembers what she's actually said.

"I love you--" he adds hastily, his touch sliding down from her breasts the swell of her hips. Sweeney's eyes plead, shortly before his tongue follows suit.

"Please--I need you--" He squirms beneath her, as if it will help.

"--please."