Stiles repeated similar treatment to her other nipple, loving how she was reduced to whimpers. His hands slid south, working on unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.
“W-What do you n-need?”
Between pants, she managed to find enough brain to say, “You, please, Stiles, I need /you/.” She lifted her hips to help him shove down her jeans, dragging her underwear with it, and groped with one hand for his dick.