Stiles kissed her with deep passion as he quickly flipped the two of them so he was straddling her, his erection grinding against her jean covered core.
“Off!” he whined as he tugged at her cotton tee.
“You have to,” she gasped, helplessly shifting her hips against him, “you have to give me a little room … ” If it weren’t for her braid, which she was now /lying/ on, it would have been easy — well, easier. She arched her back, pulling up the shirt as much as she could.