“No, that’s perfect, not too much at all.” Her words broke off on a squeaked moan. She breathed a soft chuckle. “Do you have the oral fixation like Stiles does? You bite me a lot.”
He nodded and slowly slid a third finger inside of her, speeding up slightly as he thrust his fingers in and out of her body, lazily rocking against her back. He moaned then and mashed his face against her neck, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe you’re talking about Stiles right now!”
She laughed, squeezing his fingers inside her. “I cannot help what my brain does sometimes!” Rubbing her cheek on his head, she added slyly, “Are you jealous?”