Any concern she has as to his approval of her shape should be put to rest in short order. Sweeney's touch spirals idly towards her nipple. Unlike last night, which had be urgent pawing born of too much waiting, this is gentle and meandering. He wants her squirming. Well, he wants to be inside her again; getting her squirming seems the best path towards that.
"What is his name?"
Sweeney only waits a moment before bowing his head to nuzzle soft kisses against her shoulder and up the slope towards her neck, though he doesn't follow it all the way up. He lingers at the point where they meet.
"What do ya like ta hunt?"
With that, his thumb grazes over the taut skin of her nipple before he presses it between that and the side of his finger. It's pressure enough to hold it, but not so rough as a pinch. A faint stroke of him thumb encourages further sensation while he awaits her answer.
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"What is his name?"
Sweeney only waits a moment before bowing his head to nuzzle soft kisses against her shoulder and up the slope towards her neck, though he doesn't follow it all the way up. He lingers at the point where they meet.
"What do ya like ta hunt?"
With that, his thumb grazes over the taut skin of her nipple before he presses it between that and the side of his finger. It's pressure enough to hold it, but not so rough as a pinch. A faint stroke of him thumb encourages further sensation while he awaits her answer.