It's what he wanted. Well, maybe not wanted, but what he'd hoped for. Sweeney swallows, trying to keep his focus. He wishes he could see the act; savor every shift of her hips and admire the glisten of her arousal left between. But the blanket keeps such things a secret, so he tries to keep his attention elsewhere.

First, her eyes and face, the flutters and twitches are something he craves, but the longer it goes, the more he wants to thrust into her, eager for at least some proxy for his prick. He's forced to close his eyes for a breath to rein himself back in.

When they open again, they seek hers, and his lips part to dare an unsure whisper.

"...another?"

The neighboring finger traces softly along her sensitive skin, not making any effort to push in; just hopeful to get the opportunity. If he's going to get his cock inside her, he needs to know where her tolerance level is. This would be one step closer, even though it's still not enough to stretch her the same way.