She gasped, and whimpered, “Slower!” After a moment she dragged in a deep breath, murmuring, “I like slow. Anyway, Stiles turned me down. A lot.”
Nodding obediently, he slowed his fingers down until he was simply lazily thrusting inside of her, continuing to absently rut against her lower back. “Yeah? Well, it’s his loss, isn’t it? Because if he doesn’t know how wonderful and amazing and sexy you are…he really is kind of stupid, huh?”
She made a noncommittal kind of noise and relaxed back against him again. Dreamily, she said, “We thought about it. He has someone else his eyes are fixed on. I’m not his type.” She moaned, feeling like she was drifting closer to the edge, like his fingers pushed gentle waves inside her and she floated on them. “So good.”