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.
Aha! She grinned and licked at the nipple again, trying to get him to make that sound again. She liked him making that sound. After a moment, she applied the same treatment to the other nipple, and rubbed her nose in his chest hair along the way.
Derek’s eyes had slipped closed as she laved at his nipples and he arched into the warm mouth over his chest. His own hands slid slowly up and down her sides, one eventually sliding to cup her ass as the other slid to a bare breast, cupping and kneading it.
She could tell he liked it, just by the way his hands were moving, but she wanted him to make that sound again. She nudged him with her mind, wishful and wanting. She wanted his hands lower, his touch, and squirmed against him, before pausing in surprise at the sensation.
She’d been distracted, trying to get him to make noises, and not noticed they were skin-to-skin. Pushing a hand against his chest, she sat up on top of him, trembling slightly.