bakerstreet | body heat meme

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.

The attempt at reclaiming their kiss was lost in another gasp as his hand shifted over her intimately. Heated breaths panted against his mouth, her lips dragging near his as she rocked herself down against his hand and the contact he was applying to her. Small whines slipped from her lips as she shut her eyes and tried to focus on the effort being put forth by Stiles. The hand trapped in his boxers moves away from him, just for this short span of time. She could feel the throb within her, the way his finger slid easily inside of her.

Fingers brushed over his hand softly, moving to touch to herself just for that moment before she settled her hand over his and ensured that the next time he pressed into her it was with more than just the one finger. She'd been touching herself for over a year, she knew what worked and she figured if he wanted to make sure he didn't go first, she could help.

He hadn't expected her to move her hand down and help him and he found that just upped the hotness factor by about five. He liked that she wasn't just going to let him fumble his way through this (thank you, Erica) and that she knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was a second finger to slip inside her, making it a tighter fit with both of them pushing into her. He'd never had one body part be jealous of another before. Seemed there was a first for everything.

He did manage to press his lips to hers, to bite at her lower lip as he concentrated on that steady in and out motion, glad she'd left off on him for long enough for him to do this. He had to do this.

The sharp sting of his teeth brought a wild flash of heat to her body, the tug and claim that her mind seemed to impress upon that sort of moment fueled her desires and made her want that much more. What was it about him that had managed to wind itself so deep within herself that she couldn't really sort out if it was the crush or something else unrequited that was making her want this.

Her breath shuddered out of her, shaking with that whimper of feeling his actions and focusing on the fact that it was him. She wanted to tell him things, to express how it felt or what it was doing to her, but she couldn't even sort the words out in her mind let alone to think that she could push them past her lips.

Allowing her touch to ghost over herself for a brief moment longer, she could easily feel that warmth to her skin, the slick that remained behind on her fingers even as her hand retreated away from her core and returned to Stiles. Rather than go back into his boxers, Erica tugged at the sides and pulled them off of him, down to mid-thigh just so she could have an unhindered hold of his cock. Her touch was still damp from her own body, but she just slid her touch against him easily and then began trying to match her pace to the one he was drawing within her.

It was the way she'd tugged his boxers down to expose him, the way he was almost pressed close to her and he could feel that slick glide now over his cock as he fingered her that had that whimper coming from him. The way she matched her pace to his, making it so he could almost imagine it was something else. God no, he couldn't last, but he was trying. He'd make her topple over first if it killed him.

His thumb increased the pace of the side to side and roundabout motion over her clit, his fingers delving in deeper inside her, curving in as he sought that elusive place he'd read about. It should vibrate or something to let a guy know he'd found it. This whole mysterious inner workings thing was killing him.

Erica didn't care if he hit it or not, mostly because the rest of it was more than doing the trick for her. The closeness of their bodies, definitely helped her, mostly because it was so close to them actually having that sort of contact that it got her more turned on. Her body shifted once more, turning fully onto her side and letting her leg move to tangle her ankle over his leg. It pressed her arms between them, much like his arms were, but it also put everything that much closer. She was able to kiss him, to press her mouth to his with a desperation and intensity behind the murmur of moaning sound. She nipped at his tongue before deepening their kiss. That steady press of her mouth to his as her tongue slid along his, trying to just keep swallowing any of the sounds she earned from him.

Erica's hips moved slightly, rocking down against his hand, knowing that her body was running on instinct here and trying to mimic the deeper urges she was experiencing while beneath this blanket with Stiles, and his pants half-way down his legs.

Pulling from the kiss she panted heavily against his lips, the pitch of every breath growing higher and being laced with more than just soft whines, but with repeated whimpers that nearly matched to the way his thumb was rocking over her clit. Her own hand slowed against him, not able to focus quite clearly on her own pace in the moment, instead just centered on the burning ache that seemed to be consuming her from the inside.

He'd decided he liked kissing her. A lot. Especially when she was making those little mewling sounds that matched the pace his hand was keeping as it moved inside her. There was more wetness, if possible, easing the way his fingers moved deeper into her, his wrist bending to make it so he could fit them both in up to the knuckle. It was like she was enveloping him inside her and he could almost feel what it would be like for something else to be doing the job. Good god, that would be perfect.

Her hips were moving against him and he kept up with that motion, finding it yet another thing that was added to the 'surprising things that are hot' list he was compiling. She bit his tongue lightly before playing her own over it and he chased hers back into her mouth with his. He felt her slow, then stop on him and he felt a small moment of triumph that he might be able to do this. That he could bring her off with whatever fumbling maneuvers he'd managed to use to get them here.

The smallest flutters of muscle trying to tense in around his fingers was easy for Erica to feel and she tensed slightly, just enough to make sure it was more than just a flutter. She rolled down in against his hand, trying to press him against her, into her more. Soft murmurs built up into heavier exhalations and she couldn't stop the sounds that kept wrapping themselves up in her breathing. Finally small utterances of simple words were being pressed to her lips, words that encouraged and invited more action. Things that expressed his name and were easily backed with moans.

Her thumb brushed against his cock briefly, just that stray touch that reminded her that she had him in her hand. Her free hand, moved against her midsection and opted to help him. Maybe he didn't need it, but she really wanted to.

Stiles was more than happy to have assistance in getting her to where she needed to go. That touch to his cockhead made him tip his head, deepening the kiss and letting his tongue do what his dick couldn't; slip inside that warm heat and make itself at home.

He could smell her, smell that tang of her arousal on his fingers, smell it filling the air the way sex had a habit of doing. Not that he knew that, but it was something he'd remember from now on. That smell. That smell with the way his hand kept sinking into her, his fingers crooking and straightening inside her to find either that place or one that was close enough to it to make her feel good. His ears were full of the way she was breathing and those small sounds and words that slipped free. Like his name. Had his name ever sounded actually sexy before? It did now.

His kiss silenced her, made her fingers press down her body and seek out where his thumb was trying to do a balancing act across her clit. Her hand moved his hand away from her clit, not that she wasn't appreciative, but she knew that his efforts divided weren't doing what she needed and if he wanted to win, he was going to need a bit of help.

Her hand brushed over his, hooking her ring finger against his and trying to press it against the two that were already returning into the warm heat of her. It wasn't as clear a signal as before, but her fingers slid away and moved to press down against herself. She found that bundle of nerves and rocked her touch over it, allowing her hips to roll with his hand, trying to help create some sort of small illusion that he could just fuck her with his hand.

He wasn't Einstein, but he was an A student. Most of the time. That not exactly subtle shift away from her clit and the added press of a finger was more than enough of a sign for him when he was completely attuned to her every little move at the moment.

Stiles slipped a third finger in, breath stopping at the tightness that gripped his fingers. Still, he pressed them in, turning his efforts to the steady thrusting of them and the way his mouth was moving over her. It was less an illusion and more a reality as he found some strange sort of energy reserve that let him keep moving, to pick up the pace until he could hear his hand moving inside her. He pressed his body to hers, feeling his cock brush against the smooth skin of her stomach and he almost lost it then and there. Almost, but not quite.

The additional finger and Erica's own touch was pressing her that much closer to the edge. She couldn't keep his kiss, couldn't stop herself from the small whines that kept coming behind every huff of breath that slipped from her lips. She couldn't not whimper out please of 'Yes' that were most often tangled around his name.

A high pitched sound came from her as her thigh tensed slightly, the heat starting to pool and begin to feel as though she should cling tighter just to hold onto the sensation. That just tensed her walls around his fingers more and that wasn't a bad thing at all.

Was he supposed to not be able to breathe when he looked down and saw her like that? Because the sight of her squirming against him and those sounds, god, he couldn't get in enough air. His head was swimming and all he could do was keep moving in her, keep his fingers doing what seemed to be working.

She couldn't keep up the kiss but that was okay because he dipped his head down and started biting along her jaw, kissing the spots after and trying not to sound like he was having a heart attack against her.

Part of her wanted to shift more, to turn off of her side and onto her back. She wanted to welcome his weight against her frame and even if she knew he wouldn't, even if he'd already put that boundary there, she wanted to think that it could happen. She wanted to feel his weight and to have his length brush against her more than just that slight bit of contact. Her free hand moved to brush against his cock, keeping it pressed to her hip as her other hand continued to rub to her clit.

Her touch quickened over her, increasing the pressure and knowing that she was soon to fall over that edge. Her breath kept getting stuck in her lungs, clinging to her insides as she tried to remember not to lose track of the needs of her whole body instead of just where his hand was pressed. Her head tipped back, trying to give him more room along her neck.

His mouth got greedier on her, leaving biting little marks in return for the hand pressing him to her, letting his cock slide against smooth skin. His hand was moving at a pace he didn't think his body would ever be able to match, but that didn't matter because it was all about here and now and making her come undone. The tension in her body and the tightness he felt as she squeezed around him encouraged him, had him whispering things between those bites and licks and kisses. About how hot she was and how good she felt. How he wanted to make her come and he couldn't even be embarrassed about any of that because he was so in the moment.

Whatever marks he thought to leave on her would fade quickly, her healing not allowing for those things to last very long. Still her body rocked against his, hips rolling forward and rutting herself to his hand as much as she could. The way his words fell from his lips, she was whimpering in response.

Her foot pressed in against the mattress, flexing her calf and then it was as if every tightly wound inch of her found that release and she held tight to that end, her body tensing against him as she cried out, hand stilling over herself before it moved to his elbow, torn between telling him to stay or leave, but in the end she wanted him to feel the rush of heat that came to her, the tensing of muscles that she had no control over. It was the sort of spasm that she was content with her body having. It wasn't the lack of coherence or the fear of anything else. Just the thrill of her climax as it pushed through her.

He pulled back to watch, eyes catching every expression on her face, the way her body was like a string pulled tight that was vibrating. He felt the way she squeezed his hand with her insides, almost painful, but he kept moving, slowing as he did. He could feel the wetness soak his fingers, the heat intensifying as she spent herself under him.

He would never forget this moment as long a he lived.

As the initial wave started to subside, she regained her breathing. It was heavy and coming in through parted lips, but she felt her foot slide down and stretch forward, trying to remove the tightness in her thighs and calves, trying to rid herself of that feeling like everything was going to break open. She still whimpered softly, her hand finding his wrist and moving him away from her just because she was entirely too sensitive. Erica let his hand rest to her hip for the moment, but she assumed he'd just put it wherever he wanted it.

She turned in toward him, lifting her chin and kissing him. It wasn't as difficult as she thought, considering how hard her chest qas pounding, but she still met to him, still pressed herself against him and his pants half-way to his knees. She smirked against his mouth a bit. "You should take your pants off," she teased.

"Should I?" His hand was happy to slide around to that dip in her back, pulling her against him as she kissed him. That was a nice feeling, her mouth on his and her body all pliant and satisfied. And he'd done that. He was smiling as he slid his hand up her shirt, fingers drawing lines up her back.

"That would require moving and you feel good right where you are." Warm and against him, lips on his and that playful tone in her voice

Her head shook a bit, "You can't be comfortable with them halfway down your thighs." Her hand reached a bit, tugging on the elastic band of his boxers.

"Just take them off," she requested.

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