Savannah's responded well to physical contact, and this was no exception. In concert with the mood and the thrill of their public scene, Savannah was soon lost to him altogether.
Her hips moved against his hand, encouraging him to do whatever he liked so long as it gave her pleasure. Her back arched, and her head fell to the side as his lips sought out the sensitive skin of her throat.
Their combined body heat and the heat from the friction of his arm mingled together with the warm, salty air, flushing her face further as she rode his finger. The sounds she made were soft and encouraging, quiet gasps and whimpers and a murmur of his name.
Soon, she could feel her body beginning to tense for him. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she could get off like this... But there was just something about CJ... He definitely knew how to get a girl off, certainly, but there was something more to him she couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt comfortable with him, emotionally and physically, and he made her feel like this was the only moment in the world that mattered...