Wincing as he arches his back at the sting of her nails (though not necessarily wanting her to stop), Sean only increases the pace of his hips, unable or unwilling to reign himself in for anything. Silent save for his increasingly harsh breaths, he pushes himself as far as he thinks he can go and then keeps going, lost in the feel of this perfect body, this perfect woman that he's somehow managed to hang on to in spite of all his screw-ups. He slides one hand between them as soon as he feels himself getting close to resume the action that his fingers started. He didn't go into this with much of a game plan beyond just getting off, but he's not about to waste any opportunity to feel her come first from within.