From the moment CJ had stopped her from making this experience mutual, Savannah had been hesitant to include him at all. He was so focused on her that it was an easy thing for her to do the same. Some time ago, her eyes had fallen closed, which ultimately only helped to emphasize the sensations rippling through her and against her skin.
It took her a moment to respond to the sound of her name. After a moment, her eyes opened, and she turned her face towards him again with an angelic smile and bright, lust-filled eyes.
Words were beyond her. She could feel her body tightening, the world falling away and melting together. She knew she was so very close. "Mm?" Rather than wait for an answer, she leaned forward as much as his pistoning fingers would allow to catch his lips in another kiss. The kiss rode her pending orgasm. It was passionate, as though Savannah could give herself fully to him with that simpe action, but it was by no means brutal. There was a tenderness to it, a desire for him to reciprocate it.
The edge hit her suddenly, and her body took over. Her soft cry was lost to his lips, then the arching of her back pulled her away from him. Her hips seemed to jump forward, as if they could bury him inside her silken folds.
She wore a look of sexual pleasure on her face, tinged a little by delighted surprise and a growing look of immeasurable satisfaction coupled with a sudden understanding, as if she wanted to say 'Ah, so this is what it's about.' And as she rode it, her eyes remained half-open, watching the man whose hands had just done so much for her.