She laughed, squeezing his fingers inside her. “I cannot help what my brain does sometimes!” Rubbing her cheek on his head, she added slyly, “Are you jealous?”
He moaned and continued to rock against her, shaking his head as he kissed at the side of her neck. “Not even a little bit — because I’m the one that gets to kiss you, and I’m the one that gets to do this!” He hummed and sped up his fingers inside of her.
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.”