She doesn't have to wait long; the delay is a matter of practicality. If he's going to get to the area that needs the most work, it seems logical to start fresh.

So, after the towel is wrung, he gets back to business. Sweeney wipes down each thigh, in turn, the tips of his fingers errantly tickling curls on the occasional pass.

Once there's nothing else to focus on, he gets to the most that which needs the most attention. The first pass is more about efficiency, but then he comes back around to do some detailing. Sweeney tilts his head a bit further as two fingers expose the slick, hidden flesh he'd left so abused. His strokes are delicate, mindful of her potential tenderness, as he keeps a keen eye on her most intimate nakedness.