Stiles hooked his thumbs on the lace cups of her bra, pulling them down in one quick movement. He lowered his head, taking one rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Tingles ran down her entire body, and she tossed her head restlessly. Literally everything he did reduced her to helpless begging, pleading with his name and brief moans. She managed to squirm one arm behind her back, to pop the bra clasp and give him more room, but even shifting that much pressed her up against him, and her moans changed to whimpers.