It had been sweet, marvelous torture, but he didn't want to lose all he had in her mouth. As beautiful as it was. While he was sure he'd come back for more, eventually, he couldn't declare that he had the same... tenacity, that he'd had fifteen or so years ago.
Bohannon brushed his fingers through her hair as she rose up over him. "You're a saint." He teased, husky, lusty, slow drawl scratchy and thick. "Here I thought I climbed up into your room to pleasure, didn't hardly expect such a treat." His fingers slowly left her hair, to trail down over her shoulders, down along her collar bone, light stroke over the upper curve of each of her full breasts. He was gentle, because he knew they'd be tender, as he weighed each in his calloused hands.