The chuckle is short and ill-formed; more of a puff of air that accompanies his fresh smile.

"No." Sweeney wets his lip, though it doesn't stop the smile from springing right back after.

"Not get bored."

He teases her with a quick, intentional flex of his prick inside her, then shifts to rest on his elbow so he can cup her face. His gaze dances over her features.

"I like ta please you." Sweeney's thumb grazes softly over her cheekbone.

"You look pretty when pink."

If he could keep her bouncing between blushing and flushed all morning, he would be a happy man, indeed.