Whimpering when he pulled away, she licked her lips. She wanted to kiss him more, wanted to taste him, but then she noticed he was on his knees. She didn't realized what he was going to do until his hands were on her legs. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the wall, one hand moving to his hair. She shuddered, whimpering his name in a quiet gasp.
This, more than the sex, made Candy feel that Eliot really cared about her. Sex felt good for him too, but this was selfless. She loved going down on Eliot - loved tasting him, loved feeling his weight shift under her - but she loved that he was reciprocating. Her free hand raked at the wall behind her, trying to find something to grip.