Sean sucks in a quick, sharp breath of air through his teeth as her lips close around him, but he lets it out nice and slow, reining in his every screaming impulse to needfully press her for more. She's going to maintain whatever brutal, terrible, wonderful and utterly brilliant pace she wants to set, and even if it's a battle of wills that he's destined to lose, he's still not about to just give in. He'll feel debauched enough by the end of it anyway, he's sure. His feet flex against the mattress as he raises his knees up a bit, but he otherwise manages to keep still, taking measured breaths honed from a couple of weeks spent being painfully aware of that sort of thing.