He felt his eyes clench before he forced them open again, when she tightened around him. A soft little oath of a curse muttered beneath his breath. With a thick grunt he hauled himself up to sit. Watching her toy with her breast had been too much. Bohannon wanted it to be his hands, his mouth, his cock, to be causing those sounds.
Nosing her hand out of the way he stroked the soft white flesh with his tongue, before taking in that tight hard nipple between his lips. His hands moved around her, one pressed against the sweet soft curve of her ass, the other climbed up between her shoulder blades. And with his hold, he kept them moving together. Kept in tune with her.