It was a task to keep his eyes open, while she serviced him the way she did. And he failed at that task a few times, but that once, when she found his gaze with her own, he hadn't. Not until she took him all. He could feel every inch of him tighten up as she swallowed part of him.
Bohannon had to move his hand from her head, to the bed spread beneath him. Fist tightening the cover, into it as he held on for dear life. It took all that to keep from shouting foul language to the sky. "Have mercy, sweet Sook." He groaned slowly as he lay back on the bed.