Hers to Heal: A Black Eagle Ops Novel by Vonnie Davis

Author:Vonnie Davis [Davis, Vonnie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Loveswept
Published: 2016-11-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Gina sat on the edge of her bed and tugged the shirttails out of Reece’s jeans. With one swift movement, she opened all the snaps of his chambray shirt, buttery soft with age against her fingers. She yanked it off his incredibly sexy body before allowing her palms to take a slow journey over the ridges of his hardened abs. She pressed kisses to the path of hair she decided to nickname Paradise Road.

In response, his hands opened and closed on her shoulders, his breathing jagged as his groans emerged more frequently. Circling her tongue around his nipple, she inhaled his familiar scent. The tawny nipple beaded when the tip of her tongue flicked it, drew it into her mouth, and gently bit the nib.

His eyes closed. “More.”

She kissed a path to his other nipple and bit it harder.

He hissed through his teeth. “God, yes.”

Her fingers dropped to the waistband of his jeans and traced the outline of his erection through the denim. His head fell back on a silent request. She unbuttoned the pants and the rasp of his opening zipper filled the room before she tugged the back of his jeans over his delightful ass. With a quick sliding motion, she pushed down his black briefs and his swollen cock sprung free and heavy in her hand.

Although it had been many years, she figured giving head was like eating a sucker—run your tongue around it for a quick sense of flavor and then slowly slide the whole thing into your mouth. He tasted salty and musky, a heady combination as her tongue and lips enveloped his head.

“Fuck, Gina.” He spoke it like a prayer or a heartfelt request.

She slid the entire length of him into her mouth, a slow sensual journey to the moon and back.

“Fuckin’ A.”

She pulled back to the launching pad. “You’ve got a pottie mouth.”

“I do. I’m sorry, baby. Sex and dirty talk go hand in hand for me. If you don’t like it, tape my mouth shut and just listen to me moan.”

She chuckled and opened her lips over his cock again. “Bring it, Tool Belt.” Her tongue dipped into the little pleasure slit and he muttered a string of curses. Her tongue lapped across his head and slowly circled around it several times.

“Fuck me blind. God help me, I’m drowning in you, sweetheart.”

She slowly sucked him in until he bumped the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled back and forth on the underside of his cock while her fingertips lightly scratched his balls. They drew tight to his body and he began to tremble.

“Stop, woman. Stop while I have some damn fucking control left. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. There’s so much pent up—”

Having made her decision, she clasped his ass cheeks and worked faster. She wanted him to have this in case she couldn’t handle straight sex. Who knew when old demons would surface? Tonight was a test for her, for them. There was so much emotion in her for this rough, yet tender guy.

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