Her sweet fluster is good for the soul. Sweeney lifts his head to meet her eyes, and a devious curl in his lips cuts a dimple in his cheek.

"I want."

He shifts his finger back to the start, but this time, he slides in to part her, running the length without seeking a way inside. Sweeney does, however, make sure that his calloused skin spends the whole course rubbing along her clit. His gasp is soft, but noticeable, when he can feel how slick she is; how she coats his finger so readily.

"Yes. Mess."

Sweeney sucks his lip as his gaze darts to hers for only a moment before returning to her eyes.

"I want."