The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Eat You Up

Stiles is quickly feeling the heat building up inside of her.

And while, at first, it was all very hot and sexy...well, now, it’s quickly becoming more and more achingly unbearable. Her damn pussy is even starting to hurt from clenching around absolutely nothing.

And what makes it worse is that she can feel his long hard length pressed halfway up her damn stomach. Her stomach, itself, clenching every few seconds at the mere thought of...

Stiles finally tears her mouth from his with a breathless laugh escaping her. She pulls back to stare down at him with both fondness and awe.

His eyes are still closed as he leans forward to capture her lips with his again.

Stiles grins, presses her mouth back to his.

She lets his tongue slide back against hers...

She lets his hands slide down to squeeze her ass...

She lets him nip at her bottom lip...

She lets him pull her closer and...

Stiles mouth falls open in a silent moan as his covered cock presses against her own covered core. Her arms loosen around his neck, her hands sliding over his shoulders, her palms splaying open against his chest.

Derek stares at the perfect vision before him, almost losing himself again as he watches her eyes flutter shut. He’s helpless as he leans back in, his mouth almost falling back to hers this time. He nips at her bottom lip again, smiles softly up at her when her eyes spring open and she smiles rather dopily back down at him.

Stiles almost manages to get ahold of herself, but then, his tongue is moving back against her own. Thankfully, his hands leave her ass, giving her a moment to breath. Though, only a moment as his mouth devours hers, nipping and kissing and licking and softly huffing–Stiles doesn’t know how she’s not just completely melting into him.

Derek slides his hands up her back, slow and with full purpose as he maps out the curves of her body, even through those cute loose dungarees (that are in his way...)

(And he’s obviously not planning to go any further than this in a house full of people with super senses–he just wanted to see what she would do; how she would react...)

(And what a beautiful reaction...)

Stiles lets out a soft gasp as his hot wet mouth moves those hot wet kisses from her mouth, across her face and down her neck. Her hands automatically slide back up his chest and over his shoulders, her arms looping tightly around his neck. She feels him licking and kissing and nipping at every inch of her throat. She gasps again when he begins loudly scenting her, hot air blowing out of both his mouth and nose as he gulps her in.

Holy fuck, I feel like I’m gonna explode...

Stiles doesn’t know where the sudden intense feeling comes from, and she can’t help but going with it as she tilts her head to one side and completely melts against him.

This is apparently the right thing to do, because then, another wonderful thing happens...

The wolf lets out a deeply pleased low and rumbling groan that vibrates softly right down to her very core, and then, he’s hauling her almost roughly closer.

Stiles lets out another gasp, more shocked, yet, highly aroused as she clutches him tighter to her.

Derek keeps one hand pressed at the small of her back, holding her against him, keeping her heated core pressed against his throbbing own. But he doesn’t rock her against him. He doesn’t need to. Not when his other hand slides quickly up the length of her spine, cups the back of her head, and uses his grip on her thick wild locks to gently tug her a little further, exposing her neck fully.