It's almost unfair, the way she's apparently trying to drive him insane by overwhelming his senses with touch and taste and smell, the way she looks, the way she sounds, all of it conspiring to make him lose it. It's no small boost to his ego when he doesn't, though, when he keeps it together and remembers what he can do to her with just a practiced curl of his tongue and the myriad ways she pays him back so many times over. Drawing back for just a second, he mutters something that starts out as "God, ye're beautiful" but trails off about halfway though and replaces his tongue moving within her with fingers, lips now encircling her clit. This feeling right here, this heady mix of love and lust, adoration and pride, it's the closest thing to worship that Sean ever feels, and no matter how much of it he gets, he knows it's never going to be enough.