Stiles closed his eyes as Summer kissed him hesitatingly, trying to keep it chaste as to not scare her away. But his skin was literally on fire and he needed her. So Stiles finally relented, pulling Summer on top of him and kissing her lips hungrily.
She’d meant to be exploratory; to test the waters, so to speak. That lasted about five seconds, and then he was pulling her down and her hands were sliding down his skin. It didn’t seem to matter that she was clothed and he wasn’t. Everywhere he touched her nerves lit up. She gripped his shoulder with one hand, stroking his side with the other, and made a soft sound of pleasure.