Right. Of course. He can do this, he assures himself. That said, it doesn't help when she starts grinding. Ugh. Okay. Sweeney lets her go for a few moments before he shifts again. He gently slides his middle finger back in to the second knuckle, keeping unblinking eyes honed on her face for any hint as to her feeling.
Instead of leaving his palm for her to squirm on, Sweeney opens his hand to position his thumb over her clit. He doesn't rub or push, he just leaves his hand still enough for her to writhe on as she wishes, same as his finger. The angle is straighter, so she can sink down on it if she wants to, but he's not shoving in himself. Fuck, this slow thing is hard.
And so is he.
"Say if bad," he whispers.
"We stop." Sweeney tilts his head, his gaze fixed on hers, as if to will her understanding of his sincerity.
"Slow." His lips part and shut. "I not know. What makes that."
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Right. Of course. He can do this, he assures himself. That said, it doesn't help when she starts grinding. Ugh. Okay. Sweeney lets her go for a few moments before he shifts again. He gently slides his middle finger back in to the second knuckle, keeping unblinking eyes honed on her face for any hint as to her feeling.
Instead of leaving his palm for her to squirm on, Sweeney opens his hand to position his thumb over her clit. He doesn't rub or push, he just leaves his hand still enough for her to writhe on as she wishes, same as his finger. The angle is straighter, so she can sink down on it if she wants to, but he's not shoving in himself. Fuck, this slow thing is hard.
And so is he.
"Say if bad," he whispers.
"We stop." Sweeney tilts his head, his gaze fixed on hers, as if to will her understanding of his sincerity.
"Slow." His lips part and shut. "I not know. What makes that."