CJ might be a selfish son of a bitch in most aspects of life but with sex, he liked to give as much as receive. He loved the look on a woman's face, the sounds she made, and the way it felt inside when she came. He liked knowing that he'd given as much pleasure as he received but perhaps some of that came from conceit as well as anything else.
It was the soft pulsing of her inner muscles that drove him towards the edge, balancing really and simply holding back until she was there too. Her lips burned a trail of hot kisses along his skin and then she was whispering in his ear.
He felt her climax, felt her clamp down and squeeze and he exploded with his own. "Oh fuck yes!" he cried out, his hips thrusting through the waves of pleasure until they began to wane. His heart was still racing when he let his weight rest on her for a moment, his face tucked into the curve of her neck. He pressed soft kisses there, trying to catch his breath.
"Fuck, Savannah," he breathed, moving off of her now and rolling onto his back. Every muscle in his body was relaxed and he was completely spent. A smile curved the corners of his mouth as he lay there staring up at the ceiling.