bakerstreet | body heat meme

It was so hard to not just grab and take and touch all those places that were a mystery to him. Her breasts were pliant and wonderful and he felt a throb behind his pants at the thought of what she tasted like there. He felt a heat on his leg as he slid it between hers and pressed up against her and he made his own sounds, wanting to touch with his hands and other places at that burning core.

She was consuming him in this moment and he was the one on top. Maybe it was a werewolf thing.

The press of his thigh to the join of her legs made her body react, grinding against him with a slow lift of her hips. As she kept that kiss, despite the heaviness of her breathing, her hands returned to against his skin; slipping beneath his shirt, pressing to his lower back, tucking in against the waistline of his jeans and teasing to that elastic from his boxers.

Every breath she drew in allowed her breast to rise up into his hand, to feel the weight and warmth of his touch. The exploration he was doing made her almost forget the awkward admission of earlier. Sock covered feet slid up against the mattress, bending her knees slightly, just trying to leverage lower half against him.

Focus, Stiles. Focus on not just humping against her leg and try to give her a little bit of what she gave to you. It was hard, pun intended, to think beyond the need filling him, but he managed to detangle his hand from the grip of her bra, sliding it down to her waist. Her hip flared out and he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep following that line down to her thigh or maybe try to seek out that blazing heat his leg was burning with. He pressed into her with it again, brain overloading with endorphins that had his hand tugging at her pants, like just his pure will and need would make them somehow disappear.

Erica's pants would not simply disappear by sheer want, but the tug signaled that desire to Erica and she smirked against his mouth. Her teeth caught to his tongue, playfully before she moved away from the kiss and glanced down her frame.

Her hips rocked forward again, lifting toward the press of him against her. Biting on her bottom lip she let her fingers move to the button of her jeans and pop it open easily. Another rolling movement of her hips dragged her against his upper thigh and lifted her so that she could easily drag the zipper of her jeans down. Not that it would help anything, considering her jeans were practically painted onto her.

It was the implication of it that he was most interested in. This was the biggest green light he'd ever seen, large and blinking "OKAY" at him, accompanied by trumpets. He looked down when she did, watching her hands move over the material. Getting them off, or even down, would mean moving away from her, taking his thigh from that place between her legs and allowing there to be enough space for him to tug and pull at them.

Could he manage it? God, he hoped so. Was it wrong that he was staring down trying to get a glimpse of her underwear? Maybe. He couldn't stop himself, eyes staying fixed on her as his hand played with the loosened edge of her pants.

There was no lacy detail to peek through the top of her jeans. No animal prints or cutout areas that would make her clothing that much more sexy. Just the low line of black that held tight to her curves. The boy cut to them that hitched higher on her rear than she thought they would, but she didn't think it mattered because she didn't think anyone would ever see them.

But Stiles was seeing them. Her hands moved to her hips, pushing at the denim as she lifted up that bit again, even with his leg tucked between her thighs, she's still trying to get them down over the curve of her ass. She figured that once they were that far, he'd shift and she'd just use that werewolf speed (possibly) to get them down her legs and to the foot of the bed. Not the floor. She needed them near her in case the temperature suddenly spiked through the floor.

He could take a hint. Sometimes. His leg lifted free from between hers, but he stayed close, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His hand slipped under the edge of the pants, not really helping them as they made their way down. Black underwear was hot and he felt a sizzle over his fingertips as they touched the material, like he was in the forbidden zone and he was waiting for a lightning strike to smite him where he stood. Or lay. Whatever.

But it didn't come and he could feel that heat just over from where his hand lay. He licked his lips again, mouth open slightly in awe as he watched the process of her sliding the pants down. It was surprisingly erotic for being, you know, just someone squirming out of a pair of jeans.

There was nothing really attractive about a girl trying to shed her too tight jeans relatively quickly. Once they reached her knees, she pulled one leg out, turning the pants inside out on that side and then used her foot to shove them down to the bottom of the bed. An immediate shiver ran over her legs, but she was almost sure that was because Stiles' hand was on her panties. That single thin layer of cotton was the only thing between her and him. Maybe she shouldn't think about it like that considering she had been the one on her knees in front of him offering oral sex to him, but it was different circumstances. She hoped so, at least.

"Okay," she expressed softly, turning toward him a bit and letting her hand brush to his arm and being suddenly unsure of what he was going to do. These moments of stopping seemed to be where her hesitation lived.

Rather than dwell with it though, she leaned forward and kissed his neck. She would've kissed him, but to be honest she wanted him to be able to look down at what he was doing, so her choice of the side of his neck was an easier choice.

It was a good choice, because Stiles wanted to watch it himself. He tickled his fingers over the front of her underwear, feeling the spring of curls underneath it and trying not to make a mess of his pants at the thought. Her mouth on his neck wasn't helping, but he manged to calm himself enough that he could continue.

Sort of. He kept his touch light over the top before those eager fingers of his started to slide down the front of her, slowly feeling the warmth grow the further down he got.

It wasn't like he hadn't watched a million porn videos. It wasn't like he didn't know what wad under the thin black panties. But this was reality and he wanted to savor it. He tried not to let his hand shake as he cupped her over the material, middle finger finding the dip in the middle of them.

The progression of his hand down the front of her underwear was slow, but she didn't mind having the chance to let her breathing steady with that press. She knew how aroused she was already and that slow drag of his touch was only making her more anxious. Erica swallowed slowly as she felt where his fingers were pressing. Exhaling a heated breath against his neck she tried not to press herself up against that touch, allowing her thighs to support her.

Erica stayed still, pressing soft kisses to Stiles' neck and eventually allowing her hand to slide up against the bottom of her own shirt, trying to lift it enough that she might be able to untangle her bra and get it off of her.

His breathing was erratic, matching his heartbeat which was drumming in his chest. His finger pressed against her, rubbing at that dip and feeling her underwear give under the touch, the heat feeling like it was enveloping his hand. "Is this okay?"

He had to ask. He had to know he wasn't crossing some line because, god, he wanted to move his hand under the flimsy fabric and feel her for real. He was also hoping he couldn't mess his pants since a wet glob in his underwear would likely freeze in this room. No. No thank you.

Her own efforts to try and rid herself of the tangle of her bra halted completely when his touch pressed in against her. She could feel the slick contact of her panties against her, the very fact that she was that turned on hadn't been lost on her at all. Her mouth inched up against his neck and she let a hot breath press to his ear before she responded. "Very okay."

After she spoke, her tongue darted out to trace to the bottom of his earlobe, unsure why she did it, but not minding the effort she put there at all. Her hand reached into her sleeve and she made the effort to remove her bra easily. It was off and tucked behind her within a few minutes.

That left her hands free and she decided that he was possibly uncomfortable still in his jeans and so her hand crossed beneath his arm and reached for the front of his pants. This was familiar territory for her at least.

First there was that tongue, making his eyes roll back into his head. Okay, so, his ears were sensitive. Good to know. Then came her hands in a place that was more than willing to have her hands there. Again. He had to rest his head against hers for a moment, taking a breath and holding it.

"I want to... I want to do this." His hand moved up to the top of her panties, playing at the edge in a clear display of his intent. "Don't make me... Don't try to finish it. Not yet." Not until he'd gotten her first. He wanted that with a strange intensity.

Eyes closed as his head rested to hers. There was the slight pause that was happening and she was content with it. Even if she knew all those pauses allowed for her own trappings to reset. She breathed in deep and nodded against his forehead, "I'll try, but most of that's going to be in your control."

She was certain she could go slow and that if he told her to stop she would, but she didn't know how long it would take her and she wasn't aware of how quickly he'd arrive, either. Still, she pressed her fingers against denim and sought out the metal tag for the zipper. "I'll go slow." Which might not help.

The fact that she'd be touching him there at all wouldn't be helping, but if he could direct his attention to her and what he was doing, he might be able to keep himself from going off half-cocked (pun totally intended again).

While she worked on sliding his zipper down, Stiles let his fingers dip under the band of her underwear, feeling hot skin, then the curls he'd felt earlier. He was still slow as he moved to the front of her again, his eyes closed as he rested his head on hers, cheek moving to rub against hers. "God, you're so hot there."

Huffing out a warm breath she smirked and nodded a bit against him pressed close to her. "The word you might also be looking for is wet." It was bold, but Erica had his hand in her panties and her own fingers dragging the teeth of a zipper open on his jeans. She'd had his cock in her hands earlier and she figured if she wasn't going to be bold now -- when would she?

She tugged at the sides of his jeans, wanting to pull them off of him, even though she knew that was a difficult request now that he was distracted with the slick warmth of her. Still, at least somewhere off his hips would be good.

He was so distracted, especially when his fingers found where her lips parted and he could feel the wet she'd been talking about. His back arched, his body curling in against her as his body reacted on a completely primal level to that sensation. He wanted to lay over her -- among other things.

That finger slid down further, parting her and making him groan as it slid effortlessly over her. "Wet works. Wet is good. Hot and wet." Way to break his brain, Erica.

To be honest, she was surprised that he could form actual words, but she was grateful for those words. Her hips lift slightly, rocking just the smallest amount against his touch. Thankfully, she'd managed to use some of her strength to get his jeans off of his hips without needing to make too big of a request for him to move. Her hand slips between the opening of his boxers, not even bothering to attempt yet another layer of clothing being removed. It's easy to find the hardened length of him and her fingers simply brush over him, not quite taking a hold of him, but ghosting her touch up along him.

His hips pushed into that touch, but he countered it with a another slide between her lips. He knew what he was looking for, he'd studied up on it for that occasion where he might have to use it, he just hadn't actually thought he'd get to. He found the clit buried up near the hood of her, her wetness slicking along with his finger and letting him glide over it, around it.

He hadn't realized how slick she'd be and it had him throbbing in her hand. He also hadn't realized how hot that would be.

When his touch circled her clit she hiccuped a gasp before her teeth set to her bottom lip trying to hold that hum against herself for a moment. This was different than her own personal exploration, different than the hum of vibration that came from anything that triple a batteries could power.

Erica could easily feel her pulse throbbing within her, that near pull at the pit of her stomach that was most likely the blood in her rushing to other areas of her body. Breathing heavier, she released the hold her teeth had on her bottom lip. Her own touch curved around his length and even if she had promised to go slow, that still didn't halt her from dragging her palm up against him.

He watched the way her body jerked when he played over her clit, marking that in his mind as a 'good thing'. He lifted his head, watching the marks on her lower lip start to fade from where she'd bitten it. He leaned down, biting at her lip and sucking it into his mouth before he kissed her.

Her touch on him was perfection, even if it was a little distracting from the task at hand. His finger moved around her again, faster, rubbing back and forth over it, his tongue tasting her again.

Her breathing was catching up with the motion of his hand against her. It was ragged and coming to her in heavy pants, making holding onto their kiss a bit more difficult than it had been earlier. It was mostly just their mouths pressing against each other as she tried to keep close to him, the sounds he was earning from her slipping loose.

Erica let her thumb brush over his head, sweeping there before she let the edge of her blunt nail settle beneath that ridge. That shifted her hand down his length, allowing her palm to rub against him as she kept her hand trapped in his boxers.

She wasn't the only one making noises, small breathy groans coming out and stopping at her mouth. He tried to remember to kiss her, to keep tasting her, but he could only focus on so many things at once. Her breath mingled with his as they both panted, his finger flicking more quickly before he slid it down further. He hesitated for just a moment, then he slid his middle finger inside her, hips jerking into her hand at the feel of all that hotwetyes around him. Even if it wasn't quite the right part.

Her hand stilled a moment before his finger pressed into her. It was that knowledge that he might do that, he might be intending to do that and she felt that anticipation for a moment, her breath held tight in her lungs until she felt that moment of pressure and then she was mostly distracted by his cock shifting forward in her hand.

Exhaling slowly, she let the pad of her thumb brush against him, just beneath that ridge, as she leaned her chin forward in an attempt to try and kiss him again. Their bodies were aligned slightly awkward and she was trying to manage everything, but she hadn't truly realized how tangled their arms were getting until she tried to lift her hips toward his hand. With that movement still a bit wrong feeling, she shifted away from him slightly, trying to turn onto her side so that at the very least he wasn't trying to support himself with one arm.

This would be a hell of a lot easier without clothes, a thought that had a surge of an almost electric need going through him, body thrusting again into the grip she had on him. It was probably better that they weren't, or at least, that he wasn't. It might be easy to forget what he'd promised himself. Not here. Not like this.

That didn't stop him from plunging his finger into her again, angling his hand so that he could keep playing over her clit with his thumb. He tried to meet the kiss, sloppy and distracted, but he was trying.

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