She mewls out his praises - unlike the little wolf she is, sounding more like a kitten than any other animal. With her smile still ever-evident on her lips, Erica cradles his head in closer to her bosom, not suffocating him, but telling him it's fine he kisses more - that she'd like it if he touched her more and more. Not that she's complaining with what he's giving - she'll take it, of course - but animal needs are kicking in and her inner wolf claws at her insides, begging to get let out. Pawing for just that little extra touch.

A hand reaches down the extent it can of his back, tugging his shirt up as much as possible, without the necessary removal of mouth on breast. She doesn't want him to stop, but at the same time, she wants him naked. It the now-time.

"Stiles," she calls out, touching his cheek lightly. "Take your clothes off."