Eliot growled. His tongue and his hand worked in harmony, licking and stroking, stroking and licking. His fingers payed attention to her clit, his tongue caressed the rest of her sex. His eyes were mostly closed, and his other hand drifted along her back and the curve of her ass. He moaned, adjusting his stance, bringing his knees in a little closer. he didn't do this often, with the women he dated. It was too raw, too vulnerable. It felt with, with Candy, in a way he'd never known before.