A whimper slipped beyond her lips when his mouth settled around her clit and he pressed that low vibration of sound. It hitched up at the end, nearly a hiccup of sound as her blunt nails dug into her inner thigh. The sounds she made escalated, the soft whimper growing into a heavy panting.

"Stiles," she hissed his name out, low and still to that quiet intimate tone as she felt her body tense. She knew she was close and the flush of color that had settled against her breasts was only growing deeper as her breathing grew more erratic. She could hear the sound of his fingers sliding into her, the hum of his mouth, the huffing of his breath. All of it was just getting her more aroused and closer to her climax.