There's a sensual laugh that bubbles in her throat when he grips her so tightly, head rolling backwards to expose her fair neck. She didn't really think he had it in him, but lo and behold, he's just full of surprises. Ones she doesn't mind, not a bit. She's happy to see what else he has in store.

Lightly, Erica pulls her hips in snug to his, feeling the faintest outlines of his cock behind his jeans. It makes her wonder if it's because of her or just because it's his heat time, but she doesn't focus on it. He's into this and willing, and that's all Erica cares to think about. All she can think about in order to hold on to her brief glimpses of sanity.

Keeping her hips close, but leaning her body away, Erica wiggles around to pull her own shirt off of her body, exposing a black bra beneath it's hold. She's not embarrassed or anything, and that blush on her cheeks is just from arousal, and nothing more.

At least, that's what she's telling herself. In truth, Stiles has always had this effect on her, and him seeing her nearly naked... well, it's a dream come true, for starters.