“God, yes.” Nothing in the world compared to this, she’d found. The feeling of him slowly opening her up, eager to please and begging to touch her. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t had sex yet; that they might not for a while. His hands, his touch, his responsiveness were so amazing. “Everything you do feels so good.”
“Love you,” he mumbled against her shoulder, licking at the faint mark his human teeth had made in her flesh, and before long, a second finger had joined the first, scissoring inside of her. “H-how many can you take? Is this too much?”
“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.”