Both were at the point of no return, she felt. The magic he was working on her body had created a net of electricity that flowed through her from end to end, gathering and building in her stomach. And each thrust, each brush against her nipple, sent a new charge to lodge there.
Her pants were occasionally pierced by groans and cries of encouragement, egging him to go on. There was nothing in the world but CJ and the wonderful things he was making her feel...
It was almost as though something in Savannah had clicked. Her inner muscles began to squeeze his penis, soft caresses at first, and strengthening as her body opened itself to him.
"CJ," she whimpered softly, holding herself against him. Her lips found his shoulder, and she placed a trail of kisses from there to his ear. "Now," she panted, whispering it into his ear. "Come now."
Her own climax swept her away then, and she ground her hips against his. Her muscles clamped down against him needfully, driven by her pleasure.