Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
Summer held very still as he shifted above her, eyes wide and wondering again. After a moment, she took his hand and put it at her bellybutton, hoping he would understand that he could do the same for her. She could sense how good her touch felt for him — would it feel as good if he touched her like that? Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked slightly.
Derek let his hand be guided and rubbed gently against her abdomen, hand slowly working downward. He kept his hips still as she began to stroke his shaft and slowly he let his hand slip between the apex of her thighs.
She made the smallest whimper as his hand slid down, wondering why he would tease her by touching over her clothes. She bared her teeth at him, put her hands on his shoulders, and tried to push him over, to get on top of him.