How radiant she is, her skin flush. It makes him ache to be inside her. Not that such is concealed beyond the layer of blanket draped over them; his hard cock rested against her knee.

Sweeney sets back to his efforts, his touching and tasting more confident in the wake of her request. Eventually, his hand moves to brace on the bed so he can lean over her to get his lips and tongue on her other breast, the moist skin left to be tickled by a sliding veil of red hair and warm skin, clattering gold bringing the occasional speckle of cool metal.

The smell and taste of her are quite the encouragement, and though he fights to keep his restraint, his kisses seem to have more tongue and teeth, and the suck of his lips more firm.