CJ's lips curved slightly at her gasp and his finger explored her as if he were trying to memorize every nuance of her. His thumb pressed and applied gentle pressure, tight circles. Magic circles, he'd once heard a woman call them. As if there was anything magic about it. As if it were some well kept secret about how to please a woman. It was simply a matter of paying attention, of listening when a woman told you what she wanted.
"Tell me what you want, Savannah," he whispered, moving his kisses along her jaw to her ear. "This?" He moved his finger in and out, his thumb moving simultaneously. Slowly. CJ had always been talented with his hands whether it was strumming a guitar or strumming a woman. He'd never gotten any complaints. These were two areas where he'd not only practiced but he'd spent time really learning and honing, he'd made the effort.
A soft salty breeze wafted across his face and he could almost taste it on his tongue, on her skin. He nipped her earlobe gently, his teeth lingering to nibble and his tongue darting out to soothe. For some reason his thoughts turned back to her earlier question of how many girls he had and he nearly chuckled. It wasn't as if he had a harem though he could only imagine if Savannah talked to Naima what and earful she'd get. But he didn't want to think about Naima or how she'd gone all Xena Warrior Princess on him the previous night. He didn't want to think about anything else right now but what he was doing.