Eliot moaned softly. The way she was moving against him...he wasn't going to last long. He gasped as she moved just so, shifting the pressure and the angle and the depth of his strokes. His eyes fluttered and he dragged his tongue across her salty, sweaty skin. His back arched, his muscles tightened. orgasm hit him hard, leaving him shuddering against her, pinned to the seat with so little room to move.