Sweeney's prepared to split the difference. Unfortunately, it means abandoning her far breast for the sake of balance, but he tries to console both of them with a long lap of his tongue up her chest to the crook of her neck. He nuzzles her with Want, some small compromise to being up on her. Even so, she can feel his shortened breath on her skin where he sucks and nips her neck.

He rocks his weight back as it was to he free his hand again. The same two fingertips swirl briefly around her breast, then start their journey down over her abdomen. The pace is purposeful, neither rushed nor dawdling; he wants her to have the time for her senses to hone on the sensation and build anticipation for where they're going.

At last, they arrive, lifting enough to tickle the tips of her soft curls before grazing the very edges of the lips she's so kindly exposed for him. There's no pressure to suggest he's looking to push anything into her. Hell, there's not even enough to grind against.