When he has her this wound up, this ready, his fingers moving over her skin and her hips lifting automatically to help him, even moments seem like forever. It makes focusing on anything outside of Sean more than a little difficult, but she has to, reaching blindly overhead to fumble for her pants (these days, when the least little thing has her on her back for him, it pays to be prepared, even if she sometimes forgets anyway). She kisses his throat, then tips her head back, exposing her own as she tries to look behind her to where they're out of reach. Stretching means shifting, breasts brushing against his chest in a way that draws another nearly inaudible gasp from her, and she barely even wants to bother.